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Fuck Pig	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To summarize the previous chapter for those that didn't/couldn't read:
Dib met Dwicky in the bar and Dwicky attempted to seduce him by inferring that he missed Irken cock. Dib became so angry at this, Dwicky's accepting attitude towards Irkens, his waving weapon trafficking money around, and abandoning him as a child... that he snapped and made up his mind to teach Dwicky a lesson. After returning to Dwicky's ship, Dib tied him up and fucked him brutally, then left him to be discovered by his Plookesian shipmate. After returning to his room, he vomited and cried, feeling a piece of his soul had been lost forever.
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Thankfully, in this as well, Dib's memoirs weren't as detailed. As Dib walked by the common room, Megami hailed him.
“Yes, dear?” he asked her, smiling softly as he poked his head into the room.
Fiddling with the corner of the console, Megami asked, “Um... It says... in there that you met an old school counselor of yours from Earth. And he made you so mad that you did something horrible to him you'll always regret...”
Nodding, Dib lied, “I beat the shit out of him.”
Vermeil was sitting next to Megami, as per usual... arms folded, staring at the floor. At Dib's words, a coy smile curled over his features. He knew the truth. Of course, what did Dib expect...? Swiftly, he approached them and propped a foot up on the couch between Vermeil's knees. The boy sat up straight as a rod, and the smile instantly dissolved from his face.
“How ya' doin', Prince V?” Dib asked, leaning towards him. After patting him hard on the shoulder, he squeezed the skin in a nearly vice-like grip.
Eyes narrowing just slightly, Vermeil hissed, “Just fine.”
Backing off, Dib crossed his arms with a grin. “Good.” And with a nod to Megami, he left the room.
A silent moment passed before Megami tilted her head towards Vermeil. “...what was that...?” she asked tremulously.
“Don't worry about it, Nymph,” Vermeil replied, voice dark. That asshole would get his comeuppance in due time. All Verm had to do was wait.
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The day after the incident with Dwicky, Dib left Kharna on a job. He could only assume that the Plookesian eventually discovered Dwicky in his bed... The knots Dib had tied were sound, and he highly doubted the human would be able to get out of them so easily.
There was no way they could discover that Dib worked for the Don, and lived on Kharna. Nobody on Kharna would talk. They were good at keeping their mouths shut. Dib wasn't worried about running into Dwicky again; in fact, he was sure that he'd have his debt paid off and be long gone before Dwicky even had the guts to return.
So, Dib's life returned to “normal,” or so he assumed. He worked as hard as he could, applying everything towards his debt, still living in his tiny room with his crappy cot and little more. But something in his soul had truly been extinguished. He was not happy, he was not fulfilled, and no smiles he forced onto his face could change that. His family, his life before all of this happened, became an abstract concept to him. Had he ever truly lived a life? Had he ever been happy? What would he do when he went back home? Settle down and work in his father's lab? It seemed impossible.
Regrets slowed down work, and so did depression. So he buried it all, mostly in drink and sex. His friendships suffered; he could only hold superficial conversations with his coworkers. Mostly, when he wasn't working, he was sulking in the bar, at his table in the corner.
His sexual encounters became increasingly aggressive. He only felt pleasure when he was exerting some degree of power over his partner. Many of his regular bedmates, like Shiri, were unable to keep up. Shiri told him that he'd changed... He agreed that he had, and if she had a problem with it, she shoudn't deal with him anymore. So... she didn't.
Dib also began to take on increasingly dangerous jobs. Of course, they paid more, but he also came back with numerous injuries that sometimes took days to recover from. During one of his stints in bed, recovering, Boritz came to visit.
“I've talked to the Don, and we feel you should probably take some time off.”
“Do I get to go see my family?”
“Well, no--”
Waving a hand dismissively, Dib hissed, “Then fuck you and your 'time off.'”
“Is this what you want to become?” Boritz barked. “A bitter old man lying alone in your shitty room, feeling sorry for yourself? Is this what you want your daughter to look up to?”
The words almost seemed to sink in, before they hit a wall. “...how did you know I had a daughter?”
Taken aback for a moment, Boritz stammered, “I told you. We know everything.”
“Well, know this,” Dib growled, sitting up on his good arm, “My daughter probably doesn't even remember what I look like. And you work for a criminal. By choice. Stop feeding me your noble 'Holier than thou' bullshit and leave me the fuck alone. I'm sick of trying to be the better man. This universe is full of selfish, fickle bastards that couldn't care less if we lived or died.”
After regarding him for a moment, Boritz finally shook his head. “You're not the man I thought you were at all. You're pathetic.” With a heavy sigh, he turned and left.
Isolation was Dib's best friend for a time. The most contact he had with others was during his stints in the bar. Often, he was approached by coworkers or bar patrons he knew personally... They pitied him, bought him drinks, tried to cheer him up. Usually they ended up patting him on the back and going back to their business after their attempts ended in failure.
And so, when Dib felt a pair of thin arms curl around him from behind, he barely batted an eyelash. Most aliens were not so aggressive in their invasion of the personal space of others, but it wasn't a concern to Dib. A face was pressed against the back of Dib's neck... the arms tightened, and Dib finally began to feel uncomfortable. Looking down, he spied black-gloved hands over four-fingered claws. This didn't help him discern the identity of their owner.
“Um... excuse me...?”
Squeezing Dib all the more, a hoarse female voice called, “Just... give me one more moment. ...alright?”
He did, feeling confused and trying to place that voice. It did sound familiar, but...
Finally, the arms loosened and pulled away. Dib turned slowly and looked up. There stood an Irken, rubbing at her eyes awkwardly. For a moment, he couldn't speak. When that moment ended, however, he let out a strangled cry, coiling his arms around her small waist and pulling her hard against him.
“I thought you were dead,” he mumbled as he buried his face in her chest. “I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead...”
Burying claws in his thick hair, she replied, “I thought YOU were dead. Oh God... what Tzin and the others were doing... I had hoped you were dead.”
She still had that propensity for saying “God” instead of “Goddess,” something she had likely picked up from him. It was then that Dib realized he had likely affected her a lot more than she let on. Pulling back, face already stained with tears, he hissed, “I didn't die, Tak... I lived through it... for three years.”
“Stop! STOP,” Tak sobbed, covering her face again. It wasn't like her to show weakness, and being in a bar full of people when doing so was even worse...
Rising, Dib curled an arm around her slight shoulders. “Let's go to my room and talk. Okay?” Tak composed herself and nodded. As they made their way back, Dib was greeted by a few staff members. They didn't think it was that unusual for Dib to be with an Irken, not truly knowing his past concerning them, and he was grateful for that. Once they were in his tiny room, he offered Tak a choice of his small cot or second-hand chair... It occurred to him as her lip curled that she had always had more of a taste for the finer things. His room probably reminded her of her stint on planet Junk. She managed to take a place on the end of his bed, however.
“...do you work here?” she asked him, trying not to dwell too much on the room's features.
Sitting down in the chair and scooting until he was directly across from her, Dib nodded a little. “Sort of... I, actually... You can't tell anyone about this, okay? ...that little Irken boy, the Tallest Host? He sold me to Don Kharna.”
“You're a slave!?” she cried, eyes widening.
“No! No...” Shaking his head as he grabbed her hands to calm her, he sighed, “Not exactly. I just have to pay off the price he purchased me for. I know it sounds really fucked up, but Tak... it was the best chance I had at the time. Tzin... the Irkens... they wouldn't let me die. They were going to... keep me in that hell forever if they could. The Don took me from them, and I owe him so much... I am going to be a man of my word, and trust that he'll be a man of his.” For all the hatred he'd been holding for everything lately, his words surprised him the moment they tumbled from his mouth.
“How... much did he purchase you for...?”
With a deep breath, Dib announced, “Twelve million credits.” Tak squeaked, falling back a bit, and Dib laughed, “It's okay! I only have about three million left!”
“I can't... I can't believe... all this time...”
No longer wishing to linger on the subject of himself with as much as he hated himself lately, Dib placed warm hands on her stocking-clad thighs. “What about you, Tak...? How have you been doing, since...? I mean... how did you even SURVIVE...?”
Looking slightly to the side, Tak breathed, “They left me for dead. And I would have been dead, surely... if not for Mimi's homing signal. She was able to find my Pak in the grass and bring it back to me.” She rubbed her back in annoyance. “I... I feel terrible for giving up on you. I figured you were dead and that was that. I did just like we agreed to do... if anything happened to you...”
Relief showed on Dib's features. “You released my money to Megami and my family.”
Tak nodded. “I tried to deliver it personally, but they wouldn't let me on planet. Stupid Irkenophobic humans, they are... But eventually I got someone to answer my letters... and accept the money.”
“Mm. Good.” Rubbing her thighs comfortingly, Dib purred, “What about... after that?”
“Times are tough, just like always. It's not as easy to hunt Irkens alone... and my reputation began to precede me. I've been living off of the money we earned as best I can...” Grinning, she finally was able to meet his eyes. “I came here to try and earn some money gambling. Like I always did before... you remember when we first met, here on Kharna?”
“Yeah.” Laughing to himself, Dib shook his head. “I should've... gone with you instead, eh?”
“Come with me now,” Tak said, quite seriously.
Shaking his head, Dib looked down. “No... I can't go back on my word. And besides, they know about everything I do. I would eventually be tracked down... and then, God only knows what they'd do to me. Best that I just see this out to the end.”
“Dib...” Her eyes were shining with tears again, a hand quickly rising to try and subdue them. Sighing softly, he leaned towards her. “Don't cry,” he whispered. His lips gently touched hers. At first, she didn't react, but a dam seemed to burst within her and she melted into his arms. Her lips opened easily, long tongue coiling around his, a soft sob escaping her.
Pushing her back onto the cot, Dib commanded, “No. No tears.” As he loomed over her, she drew a jagged breath, steeling herself. Then she looked from one side to the other. “...I'm not going to get any in this bed, am I?”
“...No. By the fallen Tallests, no.” Grimacing, she whined, “I don't even like that the skin on the back of my head is touching it.”
Laughing, Dib said, “I don't know that I can stay on your ship for very long. I don't want to rouse any suspicion.”
“Just for an hour... can't you just come for an hour?”
“Are you going to try to brainwash me and drag me away?”
Shoving him off, she got to her feet, dusting off her tunic. “I do suppose that it would be cheaper to travel alone.” They shared a moment of silence before she reached her hand out to him. Taking it with his prosthetic, he stood as well. Looking it over, she laughed a little. “That thing is hideous. Did you build it yourself?”
“With junk others threw away.”
Lip curling again, she sighed, “That's what I built my ship... Mimi... everything out of! It's no excuse. We're going to have to work on this.”
Dib ended up staying on her ship for the rest of the evening while they caught up with one another. She fiddled with his metal arm. Soon he had fingers that curled with some degree of precision, and metal framework that extended much more naturally from the places where the bones in his arm ended. “You're still working on regrowing it, right?”
“Yeah,” Dib replied, flexing it. “But I was worried about it growing in misshapen...” Smiling up at her, he sighed, “This will help a lot. Thank you...”
“You can actually grip things with two fingers now,” she said, grabbing his hand and inspecting it one last time.
With a crooked grin, Dib leaned forward. “What about other things I might want to do... with two fingers?”
“Don't be vulgar!” Tak cried, shoving him away. But she was smiling, and he lunged at her, grabbing her up in his arms and carrying down the familiar hall towards her bedroom. Kicking and pinching him indignantly, she called him nasty things in Irken until he finally let her down on the bed. Before she could admonish him, he was looming over her again, his lips just inches from hers. “...well?” she griped.
Dib kissed her deeply and pulled back. “I missed you.”
Smiling, she began to pull at his clothes, taking charge of the situation as she so often did. Soon his shirt was off, her gloves were gone, and she was shimmying out of her tunic... He let his head hang, hair brushing over her skin as she began working at his pants. His makeshift belt was annoying, and she had to jerk it a few times to get the buckle loose. It rubbed hard against his lower back and he winced.
Keen as she always was, she noticed this. Her claws immediately felt around his waist, thinking she'd twisted something incorrectly somewhere, and he quickly rolled until she was atop him. Smiling up at her, he ran cool fingers over her skin.
“What was that?” she asked him, eyes narrowing.
Shaking his head, Dib played stupid. “Eh?”
“I felt something on your lower back. Cloth.”
“Oh, I just got a wound on the job last week. It's no big deal.”
Antennae flickering, she stared at him in concern. “Why hasn't it healed yet? You always healed so much faster. Maybe I should look at it.”
“Wait, no, it was just yesterday. Silly me--”
Pursing her lips, she climbed off of him and made to turn him over. “Just let me take a look--”
“No... I said it was no big deal.” Ignoring him, her hand reached towards his waist again and he grabbed it roughly by the wrist. “NO.”
Instinctively, she came around with her other hand, whacking him hard on the side of the head. “What the fuck?!” she squeaked as he let her go. “What's gotten into you? So gloomy and now such an ass. Maybe you should just leave.”
For a moment, they simply glared hard at eachother. Sighing heavily, Dib finally got to his feet. He looked as if he had a terribly bitter taste in his mouth as he parted his fly completely. As Tak looked on, he shoved his pants down and kicked them off. She quirked her antennae and he turned around. “Go ahead. Take it off. Just do it quick, will you? It hurts like a son of a bitch.”
Tak was hesitant at first, but she finally scooted forward and reached up. Picking the adhesive at the edge of the large bandage with her claws, she gripped it tightly. “Okay... I'm ripping it off.”
A gasp of pain left his lips as she removed the bandage... and then all he heard was the sound of it hitting the floor. Silence reigned for what seemed like an eternity... When Dib could stand it no more, he finally piped up. “I have tried to get it off, but I think there's Amber embedded in it. If I cut too deeply into the skin, I'm afraid it won't heal. Or worse, it might seep into my bloodstream in large quantities...”
When he finally got the guts to turn back towards her, he was welcomed with a face of horror. Crumbling, she shook her head. “Dib.” Covering her eyes for a moment, she sobbed. “I'll kill that smug bastard! I'll give him what he deserves... For doing this to you... All of this...”
Gripping her shoulders, he shook her. “You stay away from Tzin. This is my problem and mine alone!”
Looking up at him with shining eyes, she hissed, “Your problem, your problem! Everything is always your problem, you always think you can save everyone! You couldn't save yourself! And you couldn't save Earth!” Every word cut him deeply, and tears began to stream down his face. She was right... As always... “Let me stay here with you, Dib. Let me work with you. We'll pay off the rest of this stupid debt and then we'll go kill Tzin together.” The water dripped from his cheeks and spattered across her chest, making her wince. “No tears, you said...”
Wiping his eyes hard, Dib whispered, “You can't. You have to go. I'll handle this on my own. Just take care of yourself...”
“It's not fair!” He'd never seen her so emotional; arms curling around him, claws raking over his shoulder blades as her face pressed against his chest. “You've always been the selfless one, the strong one... You've always taken all the abuse the humans handed out to you... Tried your best to make a difference, even when the odds were overwhelming. And what do you get for it? Is there any sense of justice in this universe?”
“Stop, Tak... stop... it's no use...”
“I wanted to have faith in you. I wanted to see you succeed and be happy and I thought maybe someday I could be too! Even with the deck stacked against me...”
So, this was as much about her as it was him... Truthfully, they had so many similarities... She was smart and strong and had every chance to succeed, but her race shunned her. And now that her race was gone, what future did she have? The same as before. The same one that he had... “We can't waste time on self pity, Tak,” Dib stated resolutely, grabbing her chin. Forcing her to look into his eyes, jaw set, he continued, “You're right. We're the underdogs here... but we always were and we've outlived all of them... haven't we? We can't give up yet. Because we have a future and they don't...” Pressing her back on the bed again, he began to kiss her anew. As his hands caressed her skin slowly, she calmed, eyes slipping shut as he tasted the sweet recesses of her mouth.
Nothing more was said, but it was clear that both of their minds were racing. Her fingers curled around his member, slowly pumping over it as they moved to lay side by side. His fingers danced over her slight curves, finally tangling with the waist of her leggings. In a few simple movements they were gone, and skin met skin almost instantly afterward. She writhed against him, trying to lose herself in him perhaps... His cock throbbed pleasantly between them, the sensations sending shockwaves straight up his spine to his brain stem.
Soon he was between her legs, though their bodies had barely parted. Still on their sides, they continued to caress and kiss one another. She draped a knee over his hip and he finally pressed himself against her entrance. They hesitated for only a moment before he finally slid within. Gasping quietly, Tak pressed her forehead against his neck. In their position, he could only thrust at a lazy rhythm... but it was perfectly fine for the both of them. The longer that pleasure throbbed between them, the more intense it became... the emptier their minds became, until everything was cleared away and all they could focus on was that singular feeling...
Tak climaxed first with barely a whimper, and Dib lifted her leg upward, thrusting a little harder within the renewed heat until he was able to follow. Afterwards, he stayed buried, arms coiled soundly around her. She remained still, head curled just below his chin... Usually, she was so worried about cleaning Dib's ejaculate from her body... but it seemed that she was afraid of letting the moment end.
Eventually she became uncomfortable, however, and pulled away. As she cleaned herself, she tossed him a towel with which to wipe himself. After they were both to her satisfaction, she disposed of the materials and perched on the end of the bed. Sighing, Dib curled his arms behind his head. “Tak...”
“Mm?” She didn't turn to look at him. He was never entirely sure of her moods, and wasn't aware if she was being emotional or if she just didn't feel like turning around.
Smiling, he reached out and brushed fingertips over her side. “Thank you. You helped me realize a few things about myself. I think... I'm going to be okay now.”
Pursing her lips, Tak grabbed his hand, looking over the palm contemplatively. “...you're welcome. I guess.”
There was still a tinge of bitterness in her voice; Dib was sure that she wasn't happy with him forbidding her to stay. Thinking that he probably shouldn't rub it in, he sighed, “I should go.” He rose and dressed while she continued to look into space, still completely nude. Once the final snap was in place, he stood sort of in her line of sight. “...how long are you staying for?”
“A few days. Unless I hit the jackpot.” She shrugged.
Smiling warmly, he caressed one of her antennae. Though she tried to continue being sullen, her appendages acted favorably, reaching for that touch. “See you tomorrow, then?” Dib asked softly.
“Yeah.” She finally looked up at him, her face still staid. He knew she wouldn't smile back... but the fact that she wasn't smiling was actually more of a comfort. Somebody actually gave a shit about him. Even if it was because he was her partner in misery... and she wanted his misery to end so that hers might...
With a little wave, Dib took his leave. As he headed back to his room, he walked a little taller... He even sort of smiled a time or two.
When he awoke the next morning and made to leave, he almost stepped directly on a little envelope that had been slipped under his door. Quirking a brow curiously, he picked it up and opened it. There was what looked like a credit card and a small data disk, wrapped in a piece of thin paper. On this paper, in very small, precise handwriting was this note:
I didn't want to say goodbye to you. If I did, I was afraid I might never see you again. So instead I have gone, and left you a gift that I expect you to use to its fullest until next we meet. The disk has my signal on it... if you ever have the desire to contact me for any reason, you now have the means.
Don't do anything stupid.

-Tak
Saddened, Dib sighed and tucked the disk and letter away in a safe hiding spot in his room. Putting the card in his pocket, he shrugged and decided to let Tak buy him breakfast. Knowing how hard up she was, he didn't figure there'd be more than twenty credits on it... but when he went to a console to check the balance, his legs nearly gave out beneath him.
She'd given him 750,000 credits.
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