Chapter 6
"Finally. You two peeled yourselves apart to think about dire consequences." the mocking alien gestured to a pod far in a distant corner of his 37 x 44 square-foot lab space. It was a pretty big building, larger than the lab he left in space, and even had an "upstairs" area, which was as big as his room.
To obtain such a high-quality building was actually pretty easy for a genius of his level. Just... sell some blueprints to some companies to help work out some bugs in their products. He wouldn't go so far as to be a slave worker or give any company his "best" ideas, but whenever he needed a little money to fund some ideas, he would sell out a little for a bigger vision, as he told himself.
"ah..." Jumba paused, scanning the area, beside and behind the stitch. "where's the little girl? Why is she not coming to look at methods to collect data."
"lilo? She's... texting myrtle. We planning to meet her later." the blue fur-ball confirmed, without flinching like he did when he lied to Jumba earlier in the kitchen. The half-truth to the story might have been the saving grace for his nerves, they were indeed planning to see Myrtle later.
"oh? That 'bully girl' that 'little girl', made up with a few months ago?" he twisted his lip, withholding a river of distaste, but decided just to allow the main concerns in his mind to slip, since it's just him and Stitch at the moment. "personally, I believe that she's still bad news, but... it's not my call who bein' friends. Not particularly GOOD with friendship. Can BARELY stomach Pleakey going on and on about dusting methods and a perfect clean house." a simple chuckle and a meek shrug of his shoulders was the signal of his last opinionated comment. "how does Stitch feel about the evil myrtle?"
Wrinkling his nose, it felt easy to dismiss her as unredeemable, but he couldn't overlook that she had earned Lilo's warm regards. "not sure. Just waiting to see."
"ah! A fair, practical way of handling things. for me, I don't care." Jumba fanned a hand. "come."
It's been a little while, maybe four months, since Stitch had seen the inside of his father's Lab and already there were some new attention-getting contraptions that goggled him to know, like this circular coil metal device that could easily be a portal-maker to far off lands, maybe even outer space, then there's this small rover thing, with trap doors, that could spring deadly weapons. Stitch made a mental note to be extremely concerned about that, but can't get too distracted just in case Lilo needed him to shift gears into something else.
Jumba stopped at the foreshadowed machine, mashing a button on a miniature screen a few times. "so, all you have to do is step inside for about ten minutes or so, and we will have the desired results of information." he chirped, while the cylinder doors slid open, again with an old style futuristic sound effect. It almost seemed as though Jumba was making the doors like this on purpose.
If he's in here, lilo will be on her own onwards, so, just to be sure that she has enough time, Stitch decided to ask as many questions as possible until she's ready. "how does machine work?"
Just like the attentive son expected, the evil genius was more than eager to explain, hinted by how the large alien even stopped breathing from Stitch's question. Jumba groaned happily, "So glad to see you curious, my 626! I can explain procedure until little girl is done communicating with evil girl."
Stitch was sincerely curious about what Jumba makes. He's not into the 'Evil' part of their lessons, but Stitch is still a monster who likes destruction, as long as people are not in the cross-fire. "a little hypocritical." stitch pointed, hearing the evil genius use the term 'evil' in a bad way.
Jumba smirked. "maybe, but evil little girl messed with family."
Thinking about it more, Lilo hasn't been complaining about Myrtle 'recently', but there is one reason why Stitch is so hesitant to believe that she changed all that much. After Lilo visited her, for the first time, eight months ago, there was a deep cut on Lilo's arm when she came back from the orphanage. Lilo said Myrtle didn't mean to do it, she was just worked up from being alone for so long.
Maybe Myrtle did have it rough, but she was just a mean bitch getting what she-
(ALERT! ALERT! SYSTEM'S AIR VENTS 4, 12, AND 18 ARE BEING BREACHED BY SMALL LIFE FORMS! ALERT! LAB ROOM B HAS DETECTED MOVEMENT! ALERT! LAB ROOM C HAS DETECTED MOVEMENT!)
"WHA!" Jumba spun quickly with his large body to scan the area, visually searching for any odd little creatures mentioned that might be infecting every part of his beautiful lab.
None was apparent, but the computers could see better. "computer. Identify speed, body heat, and features of animal."
(features were vaguely identified as species of rodent. Based on its body temperature of 38.1 C, and speed of 13 miles per hour, it is guessed to be types of rats common in the area.)
"rats?! in my lab? How?" the detailed scientist gripped his cheeks with cupped hands, bearing his pudgy fingers into his skin. "well, at least it's not my more dangerous creatures in the 'other' room. Now that would be terr- ahem, anyway."
Jumba's eyes floated down to Stitch, who was fairly calm during the sudden alert. "can Stitch help capture rats?"
"ah, I could let created miniature robots handle it while you get your C.A.T. scan, buuut you could be a more efficient option since you're able to fit into tight spaces and see well in dark, but I'll let you choose."
"Stitch can help!" the ingenious creation patted his chest with pride.
"wow, what's happening, Jumba?" lilo finally joined them, after hanging around in the makeshift living room on her phone.
"Somehow, rats got into my lab, and are tripping my sensors everywhere. I've having asked Stitch if he could catch them if he chooses to."
"Oh?" lilo hummed quietly. "can I help? I don't want you to kill them."
"they're just vermin," Jumba rolled his eyes at the soft-hearted Lilo, but with more time to consider it, he found himself agreeing with her. "but if killed inside, smells would form all over lab, so... be my guess, little one."
"sure thing!~" Lilo song, showing to be a little too happy about finding the rodents, but Jumba just chalked the little impish grin as feeling 'playful' like teens normally do, maybe even flirty, though he expressed being against it for now until results. "um, Stitch. Stay with Jumba so you can get tested. That was the main reason we came here, besides to visit Jamba."
Stitch turned, ear drooping low. "is Lilo sure, don't need help with... rats?"
"naga Stitch. I got this." lilo chirped.
"hmm. Little girl will do it alone? don't see any issue, and robots will help you, and collect in other rooms." Jumba surmised, looking at his watch.
"computer, how many rodents, and what's best location to start?"
(there are predicted to be 13 rodents, mainly appearing in room A)
"so, where WE are then? Strange, there weren't rats here before..." The veil of deceit was tugged, stunting Lilo's steps to sneak away.
They both pretended not to hear the deduction, fearing the responsibility to give feedback. Jumba won't stay fooled for long, so every little moment counts from now, on.
"oh yeah, little Lilo!" Jumba called before she could make an escape. "don't go and look in other rooms just yet. I... have toxic, DEADLY chemicals that will kill you dead."
Not that anyone should doubt the possibility of this mad scientist having a nuke under their house, but something in the cautious alien's tone gives him away too easily. he might as well just tell them that a highly classified secret was behind those doors.
"Don't worry, I won't." lilo lied.
"caught another one!" Lilo barked, wiggling away from underneath a giant Spider-bot. handling the creature carefully, she felt solely responsible for their lives, since they were all in danger because of her. "thanks for your help, Lil guy." Lilo whispered, grabbing for a cylinder-shaped capsule strapped to her back, in the past, used to capture the experiments. The rat was safely dropped into the tube with two others that were caught.
"good good. There's a few more around room." jumba replied, gazing at Stitch, who was tilted ever so slightly on a vertical bed within the pod. he was instructed to relax, and not move too much.
"K!" she yelled back, darting her eyes around.
All she had to do was beat Jumba's robots in capturing the rats, then she could shake Jumba down, and convince him to let her go into the other rooms. If he acts stubborn, then the unfair black-mailing teen might have to play the 'NANI' card. Jumba knows that he's NOT allowed to build doom's day weapons anywhere near any civilizations, and that lie about there being toxic gas might be her ticket.
Of course, he could just pack his bags and leave if the rules feel a little restraining, but he never can get himself to do that, not even leave the house. It shows a level of comfort he has being around them, for whatever reason. That being said, Lilo only Blackmailed jumba, once, and that was to stop him from hypnotizing rich people into giving him their money.
It wasn't just the jerky ones he was stealing from, it was blindly, all of them, even Ryan Reynolds. and Keanu Reeves. Who steals money from Keanu Reeves?!
A faint, 'squeak' was heard from across the room. It wasn't explained how many rats were still in this area, so the time-sensitive Lilo would have to just work until the job was done. Once the plotting, but chaotic girl let them go, earlier, it was completely out of her hands.
The squeak echoed again, in an ideal corner that Lilo baited beforehand with food that Jumba keeps in his lab. It was eating, facing away from the wall, vulnerable to an attack. Normally, you'd need to be slow and quiet to approach the rat without spooking it, but even that wouldn't guarantee any success at all, in fact, just the air vibrations alone with give you away. Rats have amazing hearing. How do you catch one? Any human achieving such a feat so easily would be extremely special in some way.
"got another one. Jumba, how many are left?"
Answer. by simply erasing your existence. Avoid the air, avoid making a sound, and avoid being in line of sight. Your footsteps should sound like an endless abyss. Even when running at full flashing speed at the rodent, nothing was heard. It was caught before it even realized a thing.
"Ah... just one more, I think, in this room. Mini robots only managed to capture three in six-man squad.", jumba shook his head in disappointment. "useless robots."
"actually. I'm the one who's rusty." lilo moaned in irritation, gently dropping the newly caught rat into the pod, huffing at the fact that she nearly tripped getting to it in time before it could turn around. "all the experiments stopped wanting to play tag with me when... you know, the SCP jerks started messing with everyone." having to nearly eat her pride if she had tripped, it was painful to feel how stiff her body was getting,
an extreme oversight on her part, but she was busy the last ten months, despite letting herself go a bit. She and Stitch had been doing a little research on the patterns and methods of the SCP, but that required late hours of staying up with Jumba and searching the web. Maybe later she can run around the island with Stitch, and do some routines?
"oh 'jerks', are not even the word. fools, dead men, blithers, stepping-stones, followers of Icarus. They shall meet their doom!" the wounded father rumbled the air, cussing their names with death. Hatred was at the bottom of his soul, and every once in a while, lilo, and stitch would have the unapproachable opportunity to hear the very definition of spite, and this is what they need to be careful with him.
A pit deepened in both Stitch's and Lilo's chests. "y-yeah. You'll see them agai-"
"Little girl... don't go promising that again." it was cold but fair. That was the promise she made when it happened, but, after all this time, very little came into play for Lilo and Stitch to use. No wonder everyone gave up on them.
"I'm sorry, Jumba." lilo tied her fingers together. "It IS taking us a long time."
"While you're out enjoying yourselves, my children are trapped. I could start a war with them, and give them a hell of a fight, but you want me to think of the humans who'll be caught in cross-fires. Bah! You and your peace." he glared at the pad hooked to the pod stitch was in, brewing close to the monster's attention.
Not to say that Lilo doesn't care about the experiments, but if Stitch was one of the experiments taken away, then the occasionally complacent girl might be a bit more reckless in some regards, even siding with Jumba, after being under the pressure of wondering if she'll see him again. Lilo knows that about herself, but because Stitch is here WITH her and helping her go through with their plans, it's obviously different.
"It's ok, just... stop hyping me without a concrete reason to do so." Jumba rephrased, after having a moment to again, regret his wording.
"Sorry." Lilo clenched her fist. She was sorry, but even so, she couldn't just let Jumba endanger the world, by starting the war everyone, from the galactic federation to the efforts and sacrifice that Cobra Bubbles made in helping to stop it as well, go to waste. They have to be careful.
Getting so consumed in trying to tackle long-running issues, especially something this big and complicated, can put a strain on you over time. If you don't balance out the harsh reality with something nice and renewing, then it'll eat you out from the inside. Also, you are short-sighted about things around you. Jumba, luckily, wasn't that far into his sorrow, but he is teetering.
Lilo hoped that Jumba hadn't been killed yet. That would backtrack him so much.
Elena was an innocent girl back in the day. Though a follower of Myrtle, she admitted that she did want to be Lilo's friend, if she had the guts to say so. In fact, when Myrtle left, Elena, Teresa, and Yuki were pretty nice to the once-bullied girl, however, lilo, for some reason, couldn't bring herself to hang out with them. It's not beyond Lilo to even question how she ended up happily having Myrtle as a friend, while still at odds with Elena, and hasn't spoken to Teresa, and Yuki in a year after both quit hula practice.
Everything does point back to the trauma that happened recently to Myrtle. It connected them.
Just because she needs to save the experiments, and then eventually work towards reasoning with Jumba and Elena from going down a dark path, doesn't mean she can forget about saving Mertle, too. All is important, right?
There was a cold glass-like machine stationed to the reflecting girl's side, supporting a portion of her weight. Lilo rested her palm on the surface, bumping her feet into a misplaced toolbox. She gasped quietly to herself, not realizing that she was being this lax around Jumba's dangerous toys. It seemed as though he had been working on this recently, for some purpose. The panel of the device was still open, displaying sensitive wires and tubes. To the side, there were a few buttons along with a nob that was labeled "frequency volume".
Normally, Jumba would label his stuff in his native language that only he, stitch, and a portion of the experiments know how to read. Please kind of do, but like Earth, space has its abundance of races and cultures.
Why would Jumba use "English", instead of his language? Obviously for someone who'd need to read it in English to understand it, like Elena. This was a device for her to use.
To be as evasive to the cameras as possible, and maybe to fool Jumba even more if he were to check what happened, lilo walked away from the machine, then ducked within the mess of the evil scientist's other inventions. Likely he would just think that her momentary ducking was just her trying to capture a rat, but now, she crawled back to the previous machine she was ogling before, unseen.
Feeling safe, lilo pulled out her phone to take pictures of the machine from every angle she could, without rising too high and being too obvious to the viewing cameras in the room.
"Ok. Now to sabotage." lilo hissed, pulling out a rat from her capsule, and kneeling next to the machine, on the floor.
A rat could easily sneak into this exposed opening and nibble the wires. "pretty careless to leave it like that.~" lilo thought, tauntingly. It was off, so Lilo assumed that it'd likely won't explode, maybe. Without thinking much about the danger, the impulsive girl held the contained rodent near the wire, and just like she hoped, it nibbled it viciously as if it thought that the wire itself, was the reason why it couldn't move. "there we go. Break the mean toy."
After that wire, she allowed the rat to bite into another one and another one, until seven hidden wires were disconnected. Not the open loose wires that you can easily see and quickly fix with electric tape, but the hard-to-see one underneath corners. The taut wires can't simply be twisted back together so easily. he'll have to take all the wiring out to fix it.
That wasn't much, but hopefully, the machine might even sort itself out when turned back on. The trolling girl could only hope.
As soon as Lilo popped her head back into the visible space, then glanced over to Stitch and Jumba to survey how far along they were, she saw Jumba talking to her fluff ball about something. As planned, Stitch was absorbing his attention, nicely. This would give Lilo the chance to do things a bit more risky than she was already doing. It would be good to find a way to collect some paperwork. Anything that would help them understand the situation a bit more. Jumba did have a computer in this room, but normally Stitch was the savvy computer hacker, so that's not an option for her right now.
Pictures for now, and a way to get back into his lab, while he's away. Stitch might be needed to handle the latter.
"Um, Jumba! How much time do you need in scanning stitch?" the coy-voiced girl inquired, trying not to sound urgent, but just basically curious.
"There's LOTS of limits to the detail gathering. One, 626 isn't currently experiencing any sexual arousal for brainwaves to be scanned. Just checking for possible routes in newer-formed brain cells stemming from each other. Second, 626 isn't relaxing enough to properly check baseline heart rate and blood pressure." the part-time certified medical doctor examined the face of his well-known patient, cocking a brow. "Is a conversation about evil genius's destructive past creations by getting my little monster the discomforts? I forget, my genius can be overwhelming, sometimes. "
"Uh, ih, I mean, naga!" on the spot, Stitch jumbled his thoughts as he tried to force them out his mouth. "Stitch likes hearing who you were in the past, but brainwashing a race into dancing, until they passed out IS pretty extreme, even if some of them threaten you."
"It was a race of rich, privileged, assholes who insulted the death of my mother and her memories. They had it coming!" to Jumba's clarification, stitch still didn't budge his etched face. This made the larger alien buckle under the weight of his own son's judgment. "No one died,.. it was mostly harmless."
"The WHOLE race, Jumba?!" Stitch sighed, rolling his head back.
"Hey! If ONE of those snobs would talk about the poor living we grew up in, all of them might have! They got off easy when you consider the crappy way they treated...um, OTHERS."
That short, but thick exposition held a telling root of issues that Jumba might have suffered through his life. Something he wasn't saying about his mom.
"Did Jumba's mom... know them?" the curious thought surfaced from Stitch, who cocked his brow at the brewing giant.
Jumba, in turn, lost his breath, realizing that he might have said something he wasn't ready to cut into. "uh, she... worked for them, yes..."
The effort to clarify the relationship shrunk Jumba in front of Stitch, which just made the creation displaced to ask more about it, but he did.
"As a... scientist?" he lobbed a guess, but the sole scientist in his family, greiviously pinched the temple of his nose.
"She was NOT a scientist. She was..." choking on his words, the accumulating confession stained his tongue with ink. "let's not go into detail."
A silence thickened their space, allowing Jumba to clear whatever image was in his head before he spoke again. "They deserved death, but this was a meek point in life. Still too soft and young to harm. But now, they're not worth going all the way back to kill."
Such a strong reaction. It could have meant anything, but Stitch's mind drifted to some possibilities and decided not to push for more understanding if it was this hard to speak about. " Well, whenever Jumba is ready to talk, stitch will listen."
"Trust me little one. There's even some terror that even I want to forget." the shelled scientist buried his face into the pad that showed Stitch's readings, but wasn't REALLY looking at it.
"There we go." Lilo unscrewed the last bolt off the vent paneling on the bathroom's ceiling, gently peeling it off. "I doubt Jumba has sensors and cameras in the bathroom unless he wants to be reminded how much he shakes the walls when he goes." lilo smirked at her own crappy joke and poked her head through the new opening.
There wasn't much light, just the tiny sliver shining through other grates close by, but Lilo didn't need light to navigate, just her touch. Placing her fingers on the cold steel, she could feel subtle vibrations within the metal, traveling from differing corners of the lab's vent system. This way of seeing wasn't perfect, but for this particular purpose, it was better than seeing, since it would tell her what's coming behind corners. "hmmm, there's two... somethings coming my way, fast."
Lilo ducked as a shadow of something turned at the end of the vent, darting towards her. Just as she did, a rat and a large bot shot through the hole she made, crashing to the bathroom floor. The frightened little thing was jumping around the enclosed area as if it was running on air, but the wary girl's attention was mainly glued to the toppled robot, that struggled to tip itself back over.
"damn!" lilo mouthed, trying not to speak in any way to get her voice recorded, but to her chagrin, a lot of damage was done already.
Mental note. Feel for something coming, BEFORE unscrewing the vents, lilo berated herself.
An idea to tackle the robot came to mind, but interfering with it, at all, would risk giving her away, so the best option was to just jump into the vent and hope that her face wasn't caught in its databank, or that Jumba wouldn't check it so soon.
In the vents, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open. In fact, her abilities worked best if she cut connections with her sight altogether, not that there was much to go off of in the dark anyway. The vent was warm, hot even, a little more than she was comfortable with, maybe 110 degrees F touching the metal. It was likely because the sun was bleeding through the thin tin on top, heating up the area. The nicely dressed, but exposed lilo tried to think of a way to crawl on the hot surface, without burning herself. It was too narrow to be that high off her stomach, to crawl like a baby would on the floor.
After a few more minutes of shuffling around, making sure not one part of her limbs remained in contact for more than three seconds, there was another sound near her. This was an issue because it meant that she would not only have to stop crawling and staying in one place to cook but also tough the metal for a while to get a good reading of what was up ahead. She groaned in pain at the rising heat under her fingers.
"Focus focus... ha... telling myself to focus, isn't helping me to FOCUS!" Lilo had to move, falling into her side, but then jolting upsides when it felt even worse on her near bear skin. "had to look sexy for stitch, today huh? Had to dress with nothing covering your knees at ALL, HUH?!" her eyes pinched, but she laughed under her breath at how silly she looked. Maybe Stitch would find her really hot now, toasty even, hopefully, with no blisters.
Stitch was hearing Lilo in the vents griping about the heat, his face turned pensive, as he glanced at the occupied Jumba. "stitch is... too hot in pod. Can Jumba turn on cool air?"
"huh?" the big alien looked up, bug-eyed, for a moment, then back down at his digital notepad to write something down. "it's weird for you to have heat flashes at this temperature, 626. why is that?" Jumba rubbed his chin. "all vitals are not moving too much, but your heart rate IS climbing a bit."
"um... claustrophobic?"
"Are you... asking me if you're claustrophobic, or are you telling me?"
"um... telling you. Feeling REALLY hot and claustrophobic."
"why wasn't 626 feeling this way 10 minutes ago? Do 626 feel aroused?"
"naga! Stitch feels..." a sudden surge of familiar urges forced him to contract his stomach inwards, as it spilled into his lower regions. "uh..."
"Well, do you?"
The blue monster lost ties with Jumba's inquiring, sucked into a vortex of panic. "oh no..." he breathed.
"if 626 IS experiencing primal urges, then the study will go more smoothly. Now I will have a chemical reaction to target, and follow." jumba punched a button with his finger to reexamine the brain and start from there.
"a-air, Jumba." the awkward Stitch craned his head while using both hands to cover up his rising, bulging development.
"oh yeah! The airconditioning. Sorry." breaking his hands away from the scanner, Jumba made a command to his computer. "computer, turn on central unit."
When the vibrations and noise of the cooling unit traveled up to the airway, meeting Lilo, the stressed out sweat forming girl was so happy that she could just cry. "yes!" she cooed, feeling around the vent, not bothered that she still had to do a little dance until the metal cooled as well. "I wonder what led to Jumba turning it on? Normally, he would keep it off, no matter HOW hot."
As the brewing question collected in her head, casually allowing herself to think about, SOMETHING as she crawled, a sinking feeling hit Lilo as she recalled the well-developed hearing that Stitch had, surely he heard her. Maybe even heard everything she said. The humbled girl, tightened her lips so as to never talk again, being caught twice with his name in her mouth, saying personal things, but before she would silence herself, she whispered a thank you to her ever-present friend.
The cooling unit was great to feel, but the constant streaming vibrations was dampening Lilo's ability to feel around her. Her hearing isn't as good as Stitch's was, not by a long shot. Getting seen by one of Jumba's robots would be very likely if she kept going, but what choice did she have?
After a little crawling, and not running into a bot, lilo found a grate that led into one of Jumba's closed-off rooms. Placing a hand up to the now cool metal, she could at least tell that it was connected to a sensor that would trip if she opened it.
"Well, figures... guess I'll have to take some pictures from here."
Lilo's phone could zoom in pretty well, better than any camera quality that iPhone or any other smartphone company had available. Stitch made it two years ago for her, and no matter how much she's dropped it, it doesn't scratch or dent. It piggybacks off of other cellular towers, falsifying an ID that fools the system into giving her as much internet and calls as she wants.
Nani recently requested that Stitch make her one for work and stuff, but told them to never tell a soul about the highly illegal hacking devices.
The room was filled with odd contraptions to worry about, some pretty clear to define, like some vehicles of sorts and weaponized objects. Others were not so clear, something tall that looked like an umbrella, something small that looked like a duck. However, one thing was clear to Lilo while she frowned, snapping dozens of pictures on her phone around the room, their evil genius had been pretty busy.
"Alright! That seems to be enough scanning. There may need to be more studying, but it seems that all instinctive responses fire all at once when you have... this episode." because Jumba was making a breakthrough to understanding what was wrong with stitch, he eagerly showed the unsettled creation of his graph, explaining what he sees.
"So, Stitch is doing fight, flight, and... fornication at the same time when nervous?" stitch summarized and detailed the evil genius's point, hitching a brow.
"yes and no. All three are triggered, but... if it's stress, that would depend if it's the related trigger in every situation. Was 626 thinking about stressful situation with little girl a few minutes ago?"
Stitch flashed his eyes at Jumba, feeling caught. "um... yeah. thinking about... lilo in pain." Stitch told the truth, without saying too much, but Stitch was also thinking about the comments she was saying to herself. He wasn't sure if it was related as well, but he couldn't tell Jumba HOW he knew what she said.
"So yes. little girl is still sole known trigger, as of now, but like I said. There's still more to work out with data. I shall find a pattern and get back with you."
"Thanks..." Stitch sighed.
Jumba nodded. "hmm!" then looked over his shoulder, searching the lab, but when his eyes didn't find Lilo right off, he grew curious. "ah, the little girl isn't around lab."
Stitch calmly stared at the back of Jumba's head. "Lilo is in the bathroom." both of them turned their attention to the restroom door. "She should be coming out about now."
And just like that, lilo stumbled out the door, slightly out of breath, Jumba noticed this. "Ah! Had a rough time in quarters, have you?" Jumba then studied the lingering muck and dust coating the girl, who shouldn't have ended up in such a way coming from his clean bathroom. "uh, little girl. Why are you a mess?"
Lilo didn't sweat Jumba's question, glancing down at her clothing. "well, there was a rat right above me, so I took the panel down to catch him."
"You did?" Jumba simply tilted his head, frowning." Most likely little girl messed up bathroom, but since this was favor, I can't get mad." just like that, the super genius dismissed the situation.
Lilo smiled with relief. "so, what did you find out about stitch?"
"Well... stitch is having a, how you'd say, overreaction to you."
"We kinda already knew that. Anything else?" lilo shown a flat face.
Jumba twisted his neck to Stitch. "no. It's a bit more complicated then that. I have guessed to what's developing, but Stitch has a protective reaction, firing all reflexive survival instincts at once. The three Fs."
"Hmm." a stray glance was given to Stitch, who in turn, shied his eyes slanted to her's. This action was enough to give away that something extreme happened to him while she was gone. "wait! Did the urges come back?"
There was a warmth of sorts. A resonating ray of heat brushing the side of his face where Lilo forced her attention. Being this close, her scent was all around him like sleeping gas, numbing his senses and making his limbs buckle under its own weight.
The stress that his instincts were crushing on him felt more.. familiar, natural, a part of him. Not foreign and evil like before. It was comforting. It was boiling his mind into a pool of simmering honey, but there still was that former burning lust that carved at his guts, but unlike before, he could push it away. Control it a bit more.
"y-yeah." stitch confirmed, dragging his gaze towards Lilo with some surety, "but I... feel like I can control it."
When Stitch met eyes with Lilo, she was pressing, or more accurately, stabbing nervously a cupped fist into her cheek, curling her body into a standing knot, while glaring down at his groin. "St-Stitch... you're poking out!"
"It seems 626 isn't noticing body changes." the scientist bent his brows in second-hand cringe, again, feeling responsible for Stitch.
But the Blue alien was the last to realize his swelling little friend, only now did he even notice the subtle difference in his balance. His face reduced to a look of terror and stinging embarrassment, but he was so confused that nothing defining squeaked through his lips. Just a mere gasp of disbelief. It took him a few seconds to regain himself, his heart pounding in rhythm with his throbbing erection that seemed to have started sweating from the tip, like a leak.
His body was feeling restless, and the fact that Lilo had now forsaken any attempts to veer away, but chose to study his manhood with a tranced expression, only spoiled the 13-inch meat cannon even more. It was as if the two of them, Stitch's cock and Lilo, had trouble averting away from the presence of the other.
"Annd... little girl might be getting too curious." Jumba, who was forgotten, surveyed Lilo's silent, hungry profile. "but little girl has mentioned before about her high libido as well."
The targeted girl snapped her head to Jumba with a slight, regretful delay to it. "huh?" she asked, as if woken up.
The observing alien didn't respond to the impulsive mumble, hoping that the little eager girl heard him the first time. He turned to Stitch, who was awkwardly trying to tuck it down somehow. "how do you feel little one?"
"Extremely embarrassed." without being deterred away from his futile task of hiding himself, 626 gave a half answer, but then five more seconds of fiddling with his cumbersome outgrowth, stained a chiseled gaze of annoyance at the in-the-way member.
Lilo was back to capturing every moment with awe, even enjoying how Stitch gave up, let it go, and dropped it to flop around like a thick whip. She was normally bold enough to do or say anything, as long as there was enough to understand the situation. They both confess that Stitch already knows and accepts that she's a pervert, neither of them thinks that the other is grossed out in any way, they're close to understanding Stitch's monstrous urges, and all his lust is aimed at her. By all logic, that was her cock- no no, his not used to it! That's stupid caveman logic!
Only now absorbing how vulnerable he was, did she finally speak up. "it's ok, Stitch. pretty sure I got some shorts in the closet that will fit you until we can get you some better clothes." Lilo offered the idea, giving a comforting smile that hid well her molding lust.
That was a pretty good solution to hiding his erection. Clothes. Stitch went around naked forever. He would never have simplified the problem to be solved with clothes. Stitch even palmed his forehead at his own stupidity. "obviously!" he yelled.
Lilo giggled under her breath, noting that Stitch was starting to joke his shame away. "Stitch, you never had any interest in clothes. Why WOULD you have ever thought about wearing them?"
"Stitch knows that Jumba and Lilo both wear clothes to hide awkward parts. Maybe COULD have thought about it for self." with a whine of self-deprecation, Stitch couldn't help but point that out, to his chagrin.
"Maybe we should leave and get the clothes." an empathetic ripple of relating pain cracked her heart, as she rotated around to point at the exit.
"Wait... I have a few things to say before you two be going." Jumba chimed in, after allowing them to have a moment. "observing 626 states around little girl has brought up more questions to follow, than answers. My earlier predictions before in the kitchen were a diagnosis based on how 626 was designed to act when pairing with other experiments, but there's a possibility I might be wrong in terms of you two. This issue might grow worse, over time, but it seems to be in a state where it may not always triggered. Why? Honestly, your guess is as good as mine."
Jumba fanned a hand towards his face, then grabbed his temple in irritation. "LOVE, or FRIENDSHIP, or KINDNESS messed up the programming to an unperdictable path. I... never been scientist to explore the lovy-dovy aspects of science. Never have I thought about how Jimmy's feelings for Cindy might make him kill himself if he gets too sad that she left. That WAS NOT considered in the design at all. I only was considering the destructive potential."
The hand slid flatly, and firmly down to the lower part of his mug. "what complications I guessed might still be an oncoming disaster for you two, but I don't really get it now. It's just feels like something is missing to really tie it all together., whatever had made Stitch attracted to little girl, isn't stabilized, yet... possibly might not EVER stabilize. Still, you two do be needing to consider and treat it as an approaching issue. Number of factors might be at play!" Jumba huffed, shaking his hands at shoulder level as if to strangle the physical form of their problem lingering in the room.
"That's not reassuring." Lilo stated, tugging the hem of her dress, and observing the tight-lipped friend from the corner of her eyes, she saw Stitch watching her back, his eyes glazed with a writhing inner war, though he wasn't trying to communicate that consciously to Lilo. ", but he's controlling it better than you thought he would, so I think that's good..."
"mmm... maybe. Only time will tell, so little girl, don't excite him too much."
She fixed her lips in a way that would promise the reasonably cautious scientist that she would mind herself, but it felt so much like a lie. She was plotting against him as she stood there, staring him in the eyes.
Lilo noticed it, again. All this time, undeterred by the doubt in the room, Stitch was still hard as a rock, but its owner was seemingly defeated and conflicted by the weight of the news. Fear of what he might do if he's not careful with her.
Now knowing that his urgency to distance himself isn't because of disliking her, but from vile, lewd manifestations in his head, it didn't make her feel that bad. In fact, selfishly, she might have been the least disheartened in the room.
Stitch might not trust himself, but she can't help but do so. She'd fall backward off of a 5-floor building, with comfort, if Stitch assured that he'd catch her. At the moment though, he didn't say he would, but that doesn't matter. She'll survive the fall and catch him instead, even if it'll hurt. She'd rid all the doubt in the room.
A solution rang in her mind, yet it would be an oversight to ignore the dangers, but her resolve spoke of it as if it were simple and obvious. All she had to do was help Stitch calm down.
Just as soon as her eyes flicker with giving intentions, the clever girl hid her fixations under a coy doe-eyed girl's mask, trying her best to hide it from Jumba. "we can trust you to come up with something, right Jumba?"
"uh... sure. I mentioned this earlier to 626 before, but I can develop a temporary fix to suppress growing urges, but it'd serve him best to begin taking pills later, if lust elevates to level IMPOSSIBLE to control." Jumba assured, "but like also mentioned, pills will get to a point where it'll stop having strong effects.
"that's useful..." Lilo blinked, glancing back over to Stitch, who was studying her as well. "even though it won't solve the issue, forever."
"I've been feeling a LACK of concern for you, Lilo. These issues DIRECTLY effects you as well. You're a bit in danger if that's not obvious."
Lilo bugged her eyes at Jumba's pointed concern. "no... no, I'm worried, but as of now, Stitch looks ok."
"I know things feel peaceful now, but prepare for all outcomes."
Lilo knows that there's a high chance in the future that she'll be claimed by Stitch's urges, but if the overly curious pervy girl admits that she understands while smiling about it like a depraved imp, there would be even more for him to worry about.
"don't worry. I'm thinking about everything that can happen if it goes that far." her poker face was slipping, but generally, nothing leaked through.
"good good." Jumba chirped, floating his eyes towards Stitch. "just remember, 626. being careful not to expose yourself in public. I would be hurt if they got you too. Also, if you be getting worse, come to me."
"will do jumba..." Stitch spoke with his focus still digging into Lilo's lighthearted expression. He sighed at it, seeing the cracks. Lilo side glanced at him, then widened her grin, for a moment, displaying a creepy doll-like stare, then looked down at his dick.
His stomach twisted with a knife stirring the center, but he'd save his comments to her dangerous eagerness after they leave, but for right now, the twitching of his member was the only approval Lilo got, not that he was doing it on purpose. "Lilo and I might need to go now."
"oh yes, the meet up with the myrtle girl." to himself, Jumba rolled his eyes, recalling her. "do be going, and I'll take some time to continue study of Stitch's mind."
Distancing themselves from the lab, they walked in silence. Stitch been trying to steel his nerves, bracing himself to ask Lilo some dire questions relating how she feels about the evolving situation they're in. He's been afraid to ask before, but it seems safe to do so, at least for now. "Lilo's happy about it, isn't she?" the writhing breeding tool strained against his grip, but the tempered focused alien was its master now.
Though it's only been three or so hours since she found out how dangerous his feelings were, it kind of scared him how fast she was adjusting to it. Like she's actively ignoring the possibility that it'll get worse. This time Lilo led the way but continued using the blind spot in the woods to transit back to their house.
"I feel..., a little cautious, but yeah. I'm glad that it came back, and wanting it does make me feel guilty too. I know the whole situation had been scaring you, but... how do you feel now?" Lilo didn't bother looking back to see how her confession was taken.
"Stitch just been worried what Lilo might think of him, but Lilo feels weird about her own lust too?"
"well, YOUR problem is a bit worse than mine, but I appreciate you relating your issues with me, Stitch. As for liking you this way, we would have to keep it a secret for now. People would have an issue with it already, even if the town wasn't blaming the experiments for the weird stuff that happened over the last year."
Some of the people who used to have no issue with him before, now were giving Stitch death glares, and calling him a terrorist. It wasn't everyone or even most, but the few he once knew as fond people to wave to, are now wishing him away. That would only get worse if people found out about this.
"Ih..." He sighed, staring down at the unusual lasting erection with distaste. He could feel even this aroused, despite the subject that they were on being so bleak? "Stitch wouldn't want to give family trouble. Plus, Lilo might regret... this."
Abruptly, Lilo stopped walking, turning to Stitch. "that's a funny joke there, Stitch. Like I'd let the SCP make me regret you. Whatever happens. Even if our relationship is caught, you losing yourself in your control, the whole town deciding to come after us, or the SCP taking us away, I'll still never regret it. But I will do everything to protect it." she crossed her arms. "will you regret it, if the worst happens?"
A lump formed in the alien's throat, feeling the self-destructive flame in Lilo's eyes. "Stitch... don't want to lose Lilo."
"so watch my back, no matter what." she simply demanded, seeing no other way to handle their life together. "but even if we hide the relationship, don't think we can hide it with a 100% guarantee. When and if a person finds out, we won't know how they will treat us. They could tell all the wrong people. Don't think or believe for even a moment that nothing really important won't be at risk, or stripped away from us. If we date, don't think our relationship will be comfortable and accepted. We'll have to find that comfort within the chaos, as things slowly warp and tear apart around us."
The daggered girl leaned closer to Stitch's awe-struck wide eyes. "Jumba was the easiest of anyone to accept us. Pleakey, Nani, David, my friends, your friends, they'll ALL have trouble accepting this to different degrees. If we want them to accept it, we can't doubt it, no matter what. Your fears of hurting me, THAT'S one of dozens of things that's going to try and get to us. Do you STILL want to walk this insane path with me?"
"IH!" he clenched his fist, not wanting Lilo to EVER think that he'd regret it, if she's never planning to, either. "Stitch won't sacrifice the happiness he wants with Lilo." he felt a rebellious surge of liberation course his veins, and he even dared the world to take the feeling away from him. he sees Lilo's vision now.
She seized him, cupping his face obsessively, closing more of the space between them. "we might not always win, but let's always try." Her lips folded flat on his rounded cheeks, senging the hair fibers it touched, earning them out.
Naturally, he grabbed her, being so moved, caught in a need to embrace, but when her mass shifted towards him, it grazed the head of his cock, firing a electric wave of pleasure, so much, it nearly hurt.
His body jerked stiff, which caught Lilo by surprise. "oh? Did that hurt, or something?" in the half hug they halted, Lilo peeled herself away, gripping Stitch by his shoulders to have him at arm's length.
It turns out, that his sensitive tip grind within, was the cave between Lilo's ample soft thighs. The meaty, malleable gap, hidden underneath her thin dress, gave just enough room for Stitch to snuggle firmly between for just a moment. A drunk daze deformed the profile of the otherwise determined best friend, depreciating the flames that burned in his gaze a second ago.
Looking down, Lilo immediately realized what had happened, floating her eyes back to Stitch's disheveledness. "I was thinking about it before, but... let me help you with this."
"wha?..." he gritted his teeth, fighting for a bearing of sanity, after being crippled in pleasure. "it's-it's fine. Stitch will take care of it before I go into house."
"still scared you'll lose control?" Lilo grinned at Stitch, reluctantly allowing him to have his space.
"Stitch could go to the end of the world with Lilo, but not rush there!" he twisted and cheesed his sarcastic words, with glazed eyes, at his enterprising friend, but Lilo could practically see him blushing through his body language. She was pretty sure it was obvious for Stitch to notice her brightening cheeks as well, so it would be redundant to call him out.
"All by yourself? You know, we gotta go soon, and I got to take another bath anyway since I've been crawling through the vents. Might as well squeeze your dick between my thighs and hump me!~" The taunting friendly lilo, who was slowly acting like an alluring succubus, purposely raised her dress just enough to tease a peek underneath, displaying a part of her body that Stitch hasn't seen since he walked in on her, her thicc fattie thigh. "you find this sexy, right? Honestly, I'm just trying out some random stuff I seen on the internet."
Stirred by Lilo's bold use of dirty words, he felt the gears in his chest shift into a higher setting, thumping so loud, he could taste the vibrations on his tongue. "ah-and when has Lilo used the word, dick?" he tried to focus on her face, but the invitation stirred his attention lower, to the lightly stained area on her dress that caught a tiny bit of his pre-cum.
Lilo sighed, sensing the strong resistance her protective fluffball was willing to put up. For being a person who's might lose control at some point, Stitch is pretty hard to convince. She really didn't want to fight him, but they were planning to go out in public, so with her help, they could finish pretty quickly.
"I'd use that word around Victoria and Myrtle, but never said it in front of you. Just wanted to try it out, I guess."
"Lilo trying too hard for something very dangerous." Stitch surmised, cocking an aching but sombre brow, subtly hinting at what reaction his body will undergo if conflicting choices are made.
"Stitch. we REALLY need to drain you, but it's not like I'm asking for sex." She wiggled her hips in front of the gawking monster, practically contrasting her claim.
A hot coldren of enveloping heat roared from the pits cratered deeply in the little monster's guts, flaring, even though he spend the past few minutes calming himself down as they were walking back. "what does Lilo want- ...think we should do?"
"I could... relieve you. Help bring down your urges, a little. I was just planning to give you a handjob. very simple~"
Stitch recoiled to Lilo's suggestion but understood it might have been the tamest way she could treat him above all the other options.
"F-ine..." he tried to sound confident. Assured, but his voice rung hoarse, breaking down in so many ways reflecting the corners of his mind.
"Good, so... you're going to have to overlook anything I might do... wrong, because I have NO idea what I'm doing." with such confidence admitting to something so surreal, he saw the familiar lilo underneath the new mask of arousal, or was it REALLY a mask? He wasn't sure if this was her "acting" or not to look as though she knew what she was doing. "but I did learn to Twerk at Victoria's house, it's kinda like Hula, but a lot move Gyration. Guys seem to REALLY like that. Let me try it on you."
"Tw-twerk?" in hopes of finding out what was happening to him, Stitch traveled all over the internet, and that had landed him on some pretty odd sites, but some of the most curb videos he watched were twerking. ...he thought it looked like Hula too, but also more raw. he didn't care to see those girls doing it, but... did switch to watching hula videos with Lilo in mind. "but Stitch is already 'warmed up'! The problem was getting it down!"
"you keep pointing out things like that, but you already know why I'm REALLY doing this!" the seductive wryly Lilo spun around, turning her back to allow Stitch to gander at her plump chubby booty, the imp then jiggled it around in small hypnotic circles, even using her heels to escalate and exaggerate the whirling ripples. "oh. Forgive me if my twerking is terrible, Stitch. Never had a reason to ever practice it." the confidence in her jagged daggered expression bled surety, and nothing about it held clumsy inexperience. If Stitch was still questioning if Lilo was truly a perv, it should have been confirmed with this lie she told.
He didn't want Lilo to turn around and see his feral-etched face. That his teeth were grinding into his bottom lip so hard that he was at risk of biting it off. or that his rupturing Phallus was already spewing clear liquid. Without conscious thought, he brutally snatched it in hand, bringing it closer to his stomach, so that it won't sway and twitch out of control, again. A few slow pumps up and down, quickly scaled up into an absurd method of swiftly pistoning into both of his hands.
His eyes were sealed with the overuse of muscles all over his face, and his ears were so far down that it curved upwards at his front. Just the thought of his slutty best friend wanting to drive him crazy like this was enough, alone, to get him there, but... just one more glance and he'll be in heaven for sure. He frailed his eyes open to watch more of Lilo's writhing ass.
A series of loud wet visceral sounds echoed with repeated jelly-like slaps. It rung behind the occupied lilo. This chilled her core, because such an ungodly sound, out in the woods, was stuff horror movies loved to portray as a death flag. At least, that's where her mind went to at first, but, after another moment to reconsider, it was just the impossibly thumping noise of Stitch wrenching his fuck rod, using his unmeasurable strength.
The heavy labored groaning filled her ears, pulling her attention to her back to observe his progress.
"so you do already know how to do that." she teased, cutting into his soul with her crazed, feasting eyes, her hand covering an evil smile.
Stitch didn't notice that he gained Lilo's attention, yet the speed of his hands didn't decrease. Stone-faced and hung maw, the allured feral monster tightened his grip around his throbbing third wheel, growing weak with want. The experiment's normally high-functioning computer brain finally caught up with the conversation, or at least began to consider it as words from Lilo, and NOT something to desperately jerk off to.
Stitch was too into it to just stop and talk, not that Lilo was asking him to do that at all. He tried to think of a way to answer Lilo's question, that he does already practice the self-satisfying method, that it does take a while to do it himself, but he wanted to prioritize sprinting for the goal of covering Lilo's fat dumpy ass in his semen. "it takes time to relief self, but since Lilo is acting like this, Stitch'll cum on Lilo any second now!"
"oh? You're starting to talk dirty, too!" Lilo nipped her chin in a light pinch between her thumb and index finger, diamond-eyed. "so you've tried to masturbate already? How did that go? How long was it before?"
He managed to spare a few moments to her first question, but now he found his attention drifting down again to meet Lilo's round, attention-hogging plump ass that rippled and wobbled to her skilled swaying.
"STITCH IS GOING TO SHOW YOU!" he harshly roared, driving his hips upwards as he leaned close to Lilo.
She was so perfect. Her cute, eager face, even the fact that she was risking her safety to help him was both worrying and admirably sexy. The bravest girl he knows. The craziest girl he knows, but Stitch hoped that Lilo thought this out a little at least, because he no longer was.
A dam cracked withholding the weight of the little predator's need, chipping away when the pressure doubled, tripled, then finally, toppling. Within the compacting, unbearable furor, it was like having muscles completely made of hard steel. He couldn't even breathe while the first spurt of jizz was violently pelted at Lilo's backside, splashing like a water hose filled with honey. Something was slipping away, peeling him naked, drifting into the ether. Was it his soul? His tongue lolled, fisting the moment too hard to care. Should he? Is he even done with the first spasm yet, or was it just one long siphoning orgasm? Is that normal?
Losing the ability of his motor-skills or maybe regaining it at an unexpected time, he stumbled, crashing backward into a tree when his muscles finally let go.
Lilo was just staring openly and stupidly at Stitch convulsing into a pretzel, it looked like it hurt a lot, but she knew better than to think something silly like that. He REALLY liked her teasing so much that he came himself silly. Greedily, she took pride in making her best friend feel that good.
Her butt and hips dripped with a thick layer of murky cream that really felt more like toothpaste when she slid a finger across the area it clung to. Stitch cut open his pinched eyes, looking over to see Lilo and his mess.
"That was a lot of cum, Stitch. I mean, WAAAAY more than on any porn sites I've seen. Like ten guys worth..." The bloomed-eyed girl spoke a moment of awe at what he could do, but then grew quiet as her lingering focus settled on the sexually exclusive Stitch. "oh yeah. I'm the only human you're attracted to, so maybe... you wouldn't get porn?"
"*pant* huh...no. S-Stitch did watch it, for education." the unorthodox experiment clarified, speaking a matter of fact as if porn, itself was a reliable source of truth, but of course not. he stumbled to his feet, gaining full access to them, again.
"That's why you knew what a handjob was!" the contemplating girl pointed out, recalling an odd moment of understanding that they shared, earlier. "I didn't question it while I was teasing you, but it wouldn't really make sense if you didn't see it from somewhere."
"Stitch just wanted to understand what's happening to body. It... KINDA helped, but google was better." Stitch shrunk his shoulders.
"It's ok Stitch. Let's just go at our own pace..." the two allowed the air to thicken. "but apparently, our pace is a bullet train, so I guess that doesn't apply to us, huh?" the cutting girl's expression turned snarky.
"We might BOTH have control issue." the post-nut clarity set in immediately after draining some lust, but lingering his eyes on the sperm that still drenched Lilo from the waist, down, that churning burn between his legs slowly surfaced once more. All of the blood had deflated from his groin, but like a magical immoral entity, it flopped around, then brilliantly sprung back to life, throwing his balance back off. "n-no... mine's worse."
"naga Stitch... I can masturbate a few times before I get tired too, but all this talking does make me want to get off too, Stitch." Lilo rose straight, clasping her hands together, giving a sombre but brimming grin. "still horny, fluffy?"
The perplexed alien eyes widened like plates, and seeing the crooked smile growing on the ever adorable lilo's needy face made it easy for his balls to recover what it lost, packing another heavy load prescribed for her.
"uh... ih."
"you were on your best behavior stitch, so now we're doing a blowjob!" a blush of dark brown hue colored her cheeks, at the same time, stepping closer to Stitch until she was hovering at his face, both hands in air making grabbing motions.
"wish Stitch could say the same for Lilo." It's ironic that she was giving out grades in her position, obviously, she was just baiting him with a throw-away excuse to touch his cock. "and... Lilo suggested a handjob before, not a blowjob." despite, the lighthearted alien's tone, he was just poking out inconsistencies, not complaining. Lilo knew that, so she didn't budge on the idea.
"Well, the handjob was supposed to be an introduction in us having that type of relationship, but it's good enough even if it was your hand stroking off at me. I feel like that's enough foreplay." a hand was brought up to wave away the rest of Stitch's probing and concerns. "plus, I think since you came, the chances of you hurting me during a blowjob might have went down enough... maybe."
Stitch glared at Lilo for the second time, for the same reason. "I don't think Lilo is thinking this through. How do Lilo know Stitch won't snap and hurt Lilo?"
"honestly Stitch... I don't. But, I trust you too much."
Those words were appreciated so much, but the dismissive absolutely carefree nature was actually fitting to her age. Still, his control was pretty fair, all things considered. If it wasn't for Jumba's warnings, he wouldn't hold back in the first place. His Creator did say that he wasn't sure if it would get worse or not. "Maybe... Stitch and Jumba are over-worried."
"wait. I wasn't trying to convince you to think nothing will happen." a swift hand found Stitch's already erected cock, then started twirlIng the thick Pantone around, using her petite fingers. "it's just that, you won't go too far if something happens." and so simply, she was sure of that. "you might hurt me a lil, but that's ok." a piercing mischievous glint stabbed through his frontal lobe, finally getting how far Lilo is willing to go.
He wanted to protest it, but despite that, his body, or the hung sausage member began bucking with delight under her reach.
Grasping his shoulder, she began to push him further back, a little too fast for him to keep track of what he was stepping on. The widening grin shown that she was worrying him on purpose, which made him glare with amusement as well. After a little more teasing, his back finally smacked against the same tree that he found rest before.
Lilo aggressively compress her, not so matured and bloomed, perky breast into Stitch's nose, forcing him to motorboat her. An embracive clingy hug crushed his mouth closer to one of the gumdrop nipples, leading Stitch to take it as a sign to play with it, using his extensive tongue.
All the while, gluttonous bunches of fingers struck down on its juicy, as well as feastful open pray, an extra-large sausage,
"maybe I should be a lil' more romantic than just grabbing for it, but we REALLY need to hurry up, and milk you, so that we won't miss the movie." Lilo's finger fought to tame the twitching beast that stiffened and twerked to break free. Stitch elongated his spine along the tree, reaching behind to tear his nails into it, hoping to endure the cruel handling of his best friend, who apparently loved him.
Her sick, curling lips suggested otherwise, as she used unnecessary splitting pressure that could rip his soul through his shaft. "S-Stitch- UNDERSTANDS!" he growled at her, becoming more deeply raptured by Lilo's forward choice of words, and even more so by her dissolute actions.
"You've been running away from me because you thought that I wouldn't want this? I love your dick, Stitch. 10% as much as I love you." the restless girl dipped in to kiss his jaw, creating a groan in his voice, but that wasn't enough.
The addicting kiss sent the long-awaited girl into a frenzy, kissing the whole side of his shoulder and neck. Mythologically, her petite, dainty wrist somehow managed to warp and deform the huge strong muscle, like a girder beam in a high-quality junk compressor.
The immoral slutty friend chased the encaving Stitch's eroded eyes around the space above him, then spread her mouth open to show him her tongue. "hey Stitch! Look... your dick is going here, and I'm going to clean the nut off of it. Aren't you happy the person you're in love with is a pervert, who touch herself to you?"
She considered what Stitch said earlier in their conversation.
"But... we both do that now, huh? If you wasn't a pervert too, this would be a lot harder to admit." for a moment, Lilo actually restored the innocent, awkward smile that she's know for, but her hand was still at work on Stitch's convulsing taut schlong. "no. I doubt the confession would come up at all. Wouldn't want to make you feel bad."
This would be the expected time that Stitch would cut in to assure Lilo, he wouldn't just forsake her, but his brain was too mushy to form such a high-functioning response like that, yet despite the lack of response, his body was right on cue, bucking into her wringing fist.
"Anyway, I'm sure that's enough warming you up." she giggled, taking his liquefying mind as a sign to proceed.
She kissed him one last time on his lolling tongue that poked through the wide width of his stretched maw, then crawled to her knees with speed, aligning herself in front, ready to tackle the girthy beast before her.
Its "eye", or puffy fluid-giving hole pointed jaggedly at her chin, to give her best friend's cock the proper respect, she craned her neck until it was mouth level. "hey there big fella! Look. Stitch needs to come with me to meet Myrtle and go to the movies, but you need to be sleeping well before we go."
The soft-spoken Lilo contrasted her passive approach with a deadly vice grip, wrapping around the portly organic jelly meat, knowing that the big bulky monster wouldn't be brought to heel any other way. Leaning in closer, she picked up the scent of Its recently discharged bodily fluid, plus a fainter smell of natural musk. This was Lilo's first time dealing with something only males have, but this soft stench didn't make Lilo think any less of the veiny meat. In fact, she cuddled it into her doughy cheeks, and the radiating worthing body heat melted a dent into her face.
"you're so perfect, Stitch..." she coddled it tighter, forcing it to happily leap on her chin and lips, splashing some fluid directly into her cracked mouth. "I wanna have you forever, Stitch. Forever..." she slurred the praising words.
Lilo's odd, but arousing confession brought the dazed experiment back to his senses, somewhat. Floating his attention down, there was a beautiful sight to behold. one that he could marvel at all day. "Lilo's mine." he returned the gooey affection, teetering in and out of a low-lids trance.
"Sure am! Also, can I have your cock forever, too?" the cunning girl pleaded, knowing that Stitch's head was swimming.
"Ye- hmm." the calculative Stitch had to stop his answer halfway out the gate, weighing their tottering position, growing a look of defiance to Lilo's puppy eyes. "...no. Lilo is getting too eager-AHH!"
Bitter, scolding, lilo arched a heavy cold glare at Stitch as she took his bulbous mushroom into her stuffy teenaged mouth, no time was wasted sampling the collecting flavors cascading over her tongue, and her expression changed subtly with each taste. The rebellious, moreover, slightly obsessed decent friend stared up to see the concerned expression emitting from Stitch's face. His chest was rising and falling at a higher level than before, and when she greedily sucked again, his eyes rolled back.
Lilo slid, then plucked her lips from his thick tip, stringing a thin line of spit and precum, already. This wasn't by any means giving him rest, a hand that remained fixed, started grinding its fingers, back and forth the 13-inch transit from the tip, to the base. "a little sensitive? That looks really cute on-" The shaft contracted and retracted violently, almost slipping from her grip. Without too much warning between the both of them, besides stitch abruptly wincing his stomach inwardly, a condensed batter of monster nut bust from the "meatus.", sailed at the unprepared Lilo, splatting against her chest, mouth, and eyes. Again and again, just a little thicker than before, when Stitch was having to massage and tend to the demanding monster, himself.
"AH! AH! Ahhhh..." mixed waves of pleasure choked through his teeth, Stitch's hands found his member, wringing the rest of the sloppy white foam on Lilo's face. Being helpful, Lilo pressed her tongue through the slim to lick and kiss his tip.
After the flow seemed to stop, Stitch allowed the cock to fall out of his hand, slapping his inner thigh.
"I thought that you'd last long enough until I could get off too. Maybe I should have been fingering myself at the same time I was touching you." disappointment, plus a faint hot dark hue, colored the young teenager's face, as she rethought her poor choices. "well, I guess next time..."
Stitch was panting, hearing Lilo's complaint, then thought about a way to help.
"Maybe... Stitch can do what Lilo did for Stitch."
A pervy glow of light resonated from Lilo, as she crawled just under his torso, looking up. "you'd do that for me, Stitch!"
The question, of whether he'd do it for her felt like a no-brainer, but something at the pit of his stomach told him otherwise, maybe reconsider.
"Just lay back, and open your legs." Stitch pointed to a nice, grassy spot that would keep her from getting too dirty, not that his semen wasn't already changing the bright red of her dress.
"sure thing, Stitch!" fluently, and without missing a step, she was on the grass in seconds, already wrestling to remove her panties. "we're taking another bath anyway." the sticky girl reached up to pin a clump of Stitch's semen that clung to her hair, slimy in texture. "this stuff has weight to it." she laughed, studying it. "It taste sweet, like candy... I thought the internet said that it'll taste salty?"
Lilo was half expecting a response, but when she didn't get one, her focus rushed to Stitch, who seemed to have grown quiet in thought. "Stitch?"
Stitch kneeled in front of her, elusively floating away from Lilo's mellow voice, glancing with wide attention between her legs, feeling his hands shake a bit. His worn soft member, which was thought to be down and out, regained Its lost strength and then rose to be outstanding, again. From how it was now twitching good as new, that seemed concerning.
He inched closer to Lilo, his chest writhing once more, this time as if he was having relentless chest pains. The recently confident Lilo didn't know what to think of his reaction for sure, only that he was extremely off. he was studying her pussy with a zombie horror movie aura.
"Ok. If you snap, Please try to be really gentle, Stitch." Lilo suggested this mildly in tone, but anyone who heard the meek girl's voice could tell that there was a lowkey-panic rumbling underneath.
She adjusted herself, smoothing down her dress, but Stitch stopped her, grabbing her hands.
"St-Stitch is... ok." he rung hoarse, but assuring, pressing a palm to his forehead, then scraping it downwards.
The elevated, tented shoulders of Lilo, slowly flattened until they were even. "You... sure? I don't want you feeling bad if something happens." Lilo's leg was coiled, ready to leap off the ground if needed, but the stoic eyes of Stitch convinced a change in plans.
Something about Lilo's privates drove him nearly over the edge, even more than the brief, but satisfying blowjob. This wasn't the first time he felt like this. When he saw it before in their room, he had lots of extreme thoughts attacking his mind and was tempted to act out the urges, but now, he was able to suppress the feeling a lot better, likely because he came twice.
"Stitch can still help Lilo." He sighed, culling his thoughts, then glanced up at Lilo to see what she thought about continuing.
"Well... ok." Lilo leaned back, then parted her legs again, paying close attention to how Stitch's gaze shifted from her to her brownish virgin mound. It quivered, wanting to be touched. She was restless when the friendly experiment leaned in, extending that long silk-coated tongue towards her.
It wasn't lost on her how dumb it was that they were still going through with Stitch's offer, despite the well-meaning but libido-driven friend almost having an episode, believe it or not, this was still all within her expectations of what might happen. A few extra steps into her clairvoyance is getting roughly fucked by Stitch, but the resolved girl held firm that he will remember that she is her friend even then. She refuses to have to compromise below that.
While stuck in thought, greasy-like wetness crackled against her most precious place, dusting away the mild breeze from the surface of her labia. Before she could mentally absorb the process, it unrolled, enveloping the full length of her cunnie, subsequently pressing down with an audible sticky wet sound, until all the saliva was forcibly smashed out the sides.
"oooh~ Stitch!" she gasped, curving her hair back to fall on her shoulders.
Stitch studied Lilo's face, as he rolled the large muscle in circles, particularly breaching, and carving the entrance to the young girl's vaginal opening.
There was no way she could stay still with what was going on. Stitch's tongue was perfect at doing a lot with very little effort, but now it was twisting in place, centering its convulsive grainy layers at one point. Oh no! her clitoris!
"AAAAhhh! So-so sensitive there!" the hopeful, but sometimes impractical lilo tried to grab for Stitch's head, desperate to gain some control of the pace, but Stitch quietly denied her. In fact, he felt it was fitting to restrict her leg movements, too, so that she could better enjoy it.
He stretched the kneecaps further apart using a little tug, then drilled deeply into her, fighting the edges of her walls, while clutching the freedom of her thicc, plumped thighs. Porkish-moistened noise manifested around his deliberate slushing, and it mixed well with the huffing and moaning of his playmate. he understood what Lilo meant from earlier, she looked adorable struggling to stay sane.
"Stitch! You're beating my clitoris up too much! Down-go somewhere else!" to Lilo's request, he didn't go anywhere else but tried a less intense, but repetitive motion to make it, at least, bearable.
This in turn made her giggle absurdly loud and hoarse within the fighting, hinting that she accepted the compromise that he silently made with her, she even tried to wrench his face deeper into her snatch, but the eagerness earned her a timeout, so he stopped licking for a moment.
"Wha?! What are you doing?! Finish me off!" she winded and bucked her hips upward to stitch's face, dripping love juice and spit down her folds. He breathed on her, a hot vapor mist, but didn't follow up with any more probing for her angry sobbing cunt. "what? Do you wanna here me say please?"
Stitch grinned. "nope~ just suffer." he expressed, casually. He stuck his tongue out slapping the throbbing cunnie, but didn't allow it to stay and play long.
"I thought you loved me, you jerk!"
Stitch flicked his tongue upward in response, whipping Lilo's overheating clitoris. "Stitch does. That's why Stitch is doing this."
"right there! Press it again!" the enlightened girl arched her back into a pretzel.
Stitch pressed his tongue back down again, harder, then lapped at the whole area with slow retreats.
"aahh... I love you so much!" she hitched her voice, sailing into a bumpy orgasm, cradling her cheeks. She squirmed in his arms, and then finally went limp.
"I love you too." stitch reared his head to admire what he did to her, but Lilo was too spent, yelling at him, to take the view away.
"We need to say that to each other more often. I love hearing you say that!" Lilo smiled, twisting, riding out the last fumes of her lust. The mildly winded girl sighed, catching her breath.
"me too! Can Lilo say it again, please?"
Though he was once dominating her, Stitch shifted to now happily begging for affection, but it was completely unneeded.
"I love you, stitch! Please be my boyfriend!"
That word, title, boyfriend. It was fulfilling to hear, but he remembered that Lilo had already asked him that before, in the kitchen. Because he didn't know how serious this mutation was, or what form it'd take against the people around him, he was too scared to allow it to hurt anyone, so dating was off the table. But now Lilo knows. There's no way to stop her from being involved now, whether they were dating or not.
"sorry that I turned Lilo down before." he stopped looming over Lilo's cunnie, picking himself off the ground. Once fully to his feet, an awaiting hand, extending out to meet him, asked for help.
"you really turned me into a puddle. I would like a lot more of that.", balanced and upright, she smoothed her dress down. "but you were in a tough spot, so I'm not bothered by it now."
"yeah but..." he reached out to grab the enduring friend into a hug. "I want to be Lilo's boyfriend."
The warmth of his body spilled over her chest, comforting her until it was simple to be delusional enough to say that this was a perfect day, over-looking the scares they had, finding out that Jumba was planning an attack on the nations under their nose and that they had to reschedule the movie trip three times, but as of now she was more than back on speaking terms with stitch, so a big plus.
"I guess this going out can be like a date, too."
Stitch pulled back from the hug, first staring, then souring his expression. "but with Myrtle?" he turned his head, rejecting the idea.
Knowing that the sass was coming sooner, or later, Lilo shrugged it off. "it's just best you see for yourself, fuff-ball."
"fluff-ball?" Stitch cocked a brow, perking his ears to the cutting nickname. In general, it wasn't so bad, but clearly, the use of it, for that moment, was meant to be loaded.
Lilo pulled out her phone, tapping the screen to check the time. "oh? We've been playing for almost 20, 25 minutes." lilo spun towards the house. "it's going to take another twenty minutes to get ready, again. Let's go."
"Ih." stitch agreed.