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Dib and Gaz	By : gothickun Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 15134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU, A GOD!)

Dib and Gaz (tenth chapter)

The smell was horrible. The decaying stench wasn’t strong yet, it had only been a couple of hours since the massacre. The bodies were strewn about the floor; no rhyme or reason for the mess. Flies had gathered around the corpses, they began to eat away at the flesh. Eggs were laid, digestive fluids were spat upon rotting flesh, and sperm swam. Thousands upon thousands or ravenous alien larvae ate their way through every part of their host’s body. They traveled up the nervous system and spine. They meant to make their way into the soft tissue that was brain.

The boiler room was sweltering. Dew built up on the corpses and hosts. The rapid warmth accelerated decay and the incubation rate. The first of the brood stood up. They beheld their surroundings, looked upon their brethren and upon the dead. The stench they gave off began to dissipate. The stench of the dead remained. They stood and feasted with the flies on desecrated flesh.

~*~*~

Prof. Membrane stood beside the boiler room door in the hallway. He waited for the stirrings of the first hatchlings. His charge was their safety. They were feeding, awake and ravenous for more flesh. He walked away and headed to his office.

~*~*~

The knife in Zim’s hand glinted. It was a curved blade, about seven to eight inches in length and sharp. He sat in the director’s chair, captivated by the monitors in front of him. They began to lose feed one by one. He could see the second born stride towards the offices. It held a club of some sort. It used it to bash the cameras. Zim saw his seed and smiled. The feed died. Soon, other humans would follow.

~*~*~

Amy wept. She had been tossed aside in the boiler room. One of the maintenance monkeys was thrown beside her as well. She recognized him. She wept at the sight of his deformed face. His mouth was ripped apart, his tongue bleed freely what little blood there was in him. The back of his head had a gaping hole she could see, and his eyes were glassed over. He had died immediately when the knife landed in his mouth and ripped apart the back of his throat. The blade had stuck two inches out of the back of his neck and it was ripped cleaned off when the knife was retrieved.

She remembered the Professor dragging her body away and carelessly toss her inside with everyone else. She remembered him laughing as he took notice of her body and touched her breasts. He fondled her and stood up and left. She bit a moan of lament, not wanting to alert Membrane of her state of consciousness. She then saw the maintenance monkey land with a sick thuck in front of her. She sobbed when she saw the blood pool beneath him and trickle down her way. It touched her lips and she wept openly.

She moaned when she saw the first few of the brood get up. Tears ran down her face and mixed with the coagulating blood. She choked back sobs as she noticed the glassy look in their eyes. She saw past the monkey and saw them stand erect, then slouch towards the ground. She saw the hunger that showed on their face, the wanton desire for flesh. They crawled along the floor and began to rip apart through the clothing of the dead. They sank their teeth into the rotting flesh, tearing through layers of fat and skin. Amy looked on, sickened and appalled, the feasting, wanting to look away but unable to. She felt the pain deep inside her body, moving through her intestines and up her spinal column. She felt the searing sensation of the leech inside her eat its way up her body.

Then she felt nothing.

Her limbs were dead, her heart slowing down and her breathing almost ceasing. The final tears in her eyes blurred the gore in front of her until she couldn’t see anymore. She was gone from this world. Zim’s sperm made its residency in her brain and feasted.

~*~*~

Prof. Membrane was in his office, sitting in front of his desk, examining the little trinkets he had collected over the years. The picture frames displaying photos of his dear children, of his beloved wife and partner, and a single photo of Dib and Gaz taped on his monitor. He grabbed that photo and looked intently at it. It was taken during one of their excursions to Bloaty’s. He crumpled the photo and picked up the phone. He dialed his home phone number and decided to bring in the final prey.

~*~*~

Gaz held Dib by his shoulders and pinned him down as she rode his cock hard. Her hips rose and fell down on his hard tool. Dib closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Gaz’s wet cunt around his cock. He rose his hips to met hers, thrusting upwards and grinding. Dib had his hands above his head, Gaz refusing Dib to move them. She kept riding his cock.

She moaned and groaned. He panted and kept thrusting.

“Oh God.” She said.

The phone rang.

“Oh God!” He said. Almost pushing her off him, he tried to reach for the phone. She held him down and looked at him crossly.

“Don‘t.” She told him. Not getting off him, she reached for the ringing phone on his nightstand and pressed the ‘on’ button, handed it to Dib and lifted her hips to bring them back down.

“Hello?”

“Dib.”

“Dad?” Was Dib’s response. Gaz kept riding Dib, bit her bottom lip, and grinded his tool deep inside her.

“Yes, come down to the lab as soon as you can. I need you.”

“Yeah dad,” He said trying to get up “I‘ll--oomph--” Gaz pushed him back down. “--be right there.”

“You ok, Dib?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Totally fine. Just--I‘m fine.”

“Alright then.” Answered Professor Membrane. “I‘ll see you later.”

“Yeah dad, later.” and Dib turned off the phone.

“Dib!” She moaned, threw herself at him and bit down on his shoulder. She rode him harder as her orgasm was climbing higher and higher. Her bite sent chills up and down Dib’s spine and made him empty his balls inside her. (Well, if it weren‘t for the condom, that is.) Groaning at their climax, Gaz held on to him as she was riding down her O. Dib’s vision dimmed as he came and he was slowly regaining it.

“What the fuck was that?” Demanded Dib.

“A damn good fuck, that‘s what it was.” Explained Gaz as she got off him.

“Dad could have heard.” He retorted.

“Yeah, he could have.” She smiled.

“You‘re fucked up Gaz.” He said.

“Spoke the boy fucking his sister.” She grabbed his tool, slid the condom off and placed it on his stomach. “For your comment, asshat.”

He laid sprawled on his bed, unable to move for a while and not really wanting to. He knew he had to get up and get ready, but his legs wouldn’t let him. The condom on his stomach shifted to one side and started leaking his sperm onto his flesh. Feeling the liquid touch his skin, he grabbed the condom, got up, made his way to the waste basket and dropped it. The wobbly feeling subsided slowly as he stood by his computer desk. He scanned the floor for his underwear, pants, shirt, and shoes, located them, then sat down to get ready.

“Fucking A!” He exclaimed, a fiery sensation running up and down his calves. “I am out of shape.”

~*~*~

Amy, or the person formally known as such, stood up and reached high for the sky before slouching like the rest. Her mouth was dry, her throat hurt, and her head throbbed. The hole between her sphincter and her vaginal canal was numb and dripped coagulating blood. Her clothes reeked of dried blood, and it smelled heavenly to her.

Her eyes found the maintenance monkey.

In her life she had known him as Steve, a mechanic in the employ of Big Science Laboratories*. He took care of the machines that constantly ran in the labs. He was a big flirt and a bigger jerk. She moaned at the sight of his lifeless body before her. She leaned down and caressed his cheek with one hand. She moaned again when she saw the back of his head ripped opened and noticed the stench emitting from his bloody mouth.

She leaned further and placed her nose on his cheek. She gave a final moan as she caressed her nose on his cheek and finally placed her forehead against him.

She growled and took a bite from his neck and ripped off a good chunk of meat.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: First: D4rK. I‘m not sure I‘m going to go back into the past and reveal the tragedy of the Pulse. But I hope you like this chapter. James. While I‘m glad you are liking my story thus far, I cannot take request as to where they have sex. Mainly because I‘m not writing this to see where they can “do it”, but what happens to them because they‘re doing it. So instead of new places and whatnot, I give you…the telephone scene!

Second: Yes, they‘re zombies…or zombie-like. If this doesn‘t make any sense to you, and my descriptions of the worms does not corroborate into zombie-ism, then I‘m sorry. I was thinking of those parasites that get into slugs and make their antennae flicker weird colors when I thought up the worms. I‘ll make it make sense later. Right now, enjoy some zombie gore!

Third: The asterisk. I had to name the labs something, and I didn't quite feel like searching for the name of the studio where Prof. Membrane held his show, or the name of his laboratories, so I just named it Big Science Laboratories. I also named a maintenance monkey. I kind of had to. Oh well, la dee da.)
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