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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Note: Ugh... I should seriously be sleeping; it's not a good idea to sleep all day when you're so close to vacation time... but I really wanted to get out chapter sixteen before I leave in a few days. The story is going to be picking up again so I guess I'm excited to pump out new chapters and give everyone more than just the rape that's been the majority of this story. XD I really have quite a bit planned for what happens next! And now my sleepy need for sleep has caught up with me, so I'll leave you all to enjoy another chapter of PoX! Rejoice! It's longer than the last nine chapters... XD So I'm very happy about that.
Thanks to my reviewer Fangeh for continued reviewing! XD Nothing makes me happier than to see repeat reviewers!
(Sorry if there are huge spelling or grammar mistakes... I've found a few... but apparently I was pretty tired every time I added to this...)
Warning: Character death and violence in this chapter.
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Zim knows what will happen next, but that doesn't mean he's at all prepared for it; he's dreading it with every agonizing second that passes. He can hardly accept that he's been bested by a human-it's not even the Dib-stink!-but here he is: limp from the Pak's programing and being violated by the cold metal of the most precious device to Irken life and the filthiest filth of humanity. He wants this to stop with a desperation far stronger than any he's felt during this experience; it's been horrible but that twisting metal inside is a sick premonition of the future: hours, days, weeks, months of torment as a disgusting half-breed Irken soils his insides with its undeserved life. He can't let that happen, but he can do nothing but beg Dib for action; the boy might not be able to do anything either, but the benefit still outweighs the loss.
"Dib. Dib, stop him." the alien pleas, no longer believe he's above begging for help; Zim is filled with a dread that he's sure could conquer even the fear of being strapped to an autopsy table; he'd welcome the situation if he meant he could escape this one. At least being captured would give him the chance to recover from his Pak's debilitation: they just wanted to cut him open as opposed to this horrible human sex-thing; but there's nothing for Zim. No FBI or Mysterious Mysteries to cart him away for stupid testing, no Gir or the Tallest swooping in for a rescue with lasers or tacos and the torture of death for daring to do such a thing to Zim!
It is going to happen, and there's nothing he can do...
When Dib finally responds it isn't with obedience; for a moment he sits there with Iso's hands still bunching up the grey face, fingers playing against his skin, and in the next moment he's somehow free. Iso's hands are back to bruising Zim's hips with each powerful thrust; the alien lets out a mournful wail, his body twisting in response to the cursed duo inside him. He wants to fight-kick, punch, scratch-but he's so heavily influenced by the metal on his back that he can only twitch a booted foot or flex his trapped claws. He's useless...
After a moment of cautiously accepting the freedom-and adjusting his shirt-Dib returns to comforting Zim; he hovers back over the alien's body and, as if he knows Zim can't really move on his own, he puts the trapped arms around his neck. Once settled he drops his face to Zim's neck and allows the alien to hide against him; the invader doesn't have time to appreciate the gesture, all at once Iso ceases above them. The bruising fingers haul Zim's abused body closer as burning human fluids coat the tortured inside as well as the newly deposited egg left there by the metal tendril; the limb is still twisting, thoroughly coating the permeable sphere and using advanced Irken technology to ensure the mating has been a success.
Slowly Iso's twitching and jerking fades away and the horrible act is over; the rapist uncaringly slumps over them, crushing Dib against Zim's forcibly arched body. The Pak limb, having finished it's programed deed, retreats into the confines of its dome as if it had never bothered Zim at all. He's tempted to just rip his Pak off and be done with this humiliation and the horrible things sure to follow him far beyond this day; but, instead, Zim stares at the ceiling past Iso's shoulder: horror clouding his mind from any thought beyond the leeching thing that was still inside of him.
With his orgasm over and the amazing stimulation of twisting metal gone, Iso slips from Zim's torn body; mentally he craves more of Zim's squirming, naked form beneath him, but physically he's satisfied. He's too exhausted to have another turn with Zim or one with Dib, but that doesn't stop him from snuggling into the boy's back; shudders of revulsion crawl along Dib's spine in response. Iso isn't about to let him go, however, he does draw back to look down at the far-away Zim; a malicious smirk crosses his lips as he stares and relives the experience over and over again.
He realizes that it would have been so much better if he'd used a little more bondage with this little alien; ropes around his arms, his legs, his neck. He'd blindfold those huge ruby eyes and force him to impale himself on the exceedingly long dildo he'd bought to torture his little partners; maybe he'd even tie Dib and Zim together next time to make it even more awkward for both of them. They'd struggle to remain balanced together, but they'd slip and take in part of a phallic instrument they didn't know the length of; it would be so slow and sweet to watch until, eventually, they'd lose the struggle to remain up and fall, possibly taking even more of the toys.
He could already hear the screams of agony ringing in his imagination; the blood was quick to rush back into his over-sensitive cock and he couldn't wait to enact his newest fantasy with his little pets. First thing's first he needed to take care of that metal thing that seemed caught between killing him and pleasuring him; once he pulled it off it would be much easier to keep Zim as a permanent little pet. In fact he's a little confused as to why he hadn't thought of it before.
It's much easier to flip the pair over than Iso anticipated; he'd been prepared to fight, but Zim is still exhausted and the beef kid hadn't expected it. They're clinging so desperately to one another that it's like moving one person from one position to the next; Iso takes a moment to study the mess of cum between the alien's legs-his fascination sick and amused-before he turns his focus on the metal clinging to Zim's back so innocently. This time, however, it was anything but an innocent little accessory like Iso thought; metal, poised like a snake ready to attack, was sticking out of one of the compartments of the Pak. Iso watched it closely, blissfully unaware that Zim was finally in control of his technology once more; as the Pak leg eased back Iso wondered what it was going to do to pleasure him this time, but the result was quick and messy.
The human's throat gurgled as he was stabbed through the neck; he spluttered helplessly-spraying blood in his attempt to scream-but he could do nothing as he was shoved against the door. Zim, covered in sizzling blood and shaking uncontrollably, used his remaining legs to lift him from the floor; he snarled angrily at the human, his screech sounding much more manic than usual, "Die, you filthy stink-beast of dookie!" Lurching forward slightly from the force of it, Zim stabbed another metal leg straight through the human's gut.
Iso was already fairly dead, but Zim's rage did not seems to be letting up; Dib found it was strange to see something so tiny easily overpowering someone so big, but Zim seemed to use no effort at all. Dib resolved never to make Zim this angry; it was frightening and far more dangerous than Dib had ever thought Zim could be. The alien's hissing voice captured Dib's attention, making it impossible for the boy to miss the end result of Iso's fate, "I despise you, filthy Earth-beast!" the wood of the door cracked beneath the pressure as Zim twisted the legs into Iso's corpse; he struck Dib as totally insane as, with one final movement, he ripped the door in two. Splinters flew about the room as the Pak legs wrenched apart; blood leaked and splattered about the room as Iso's head sailed into the tub with the forgotten taser.
The rest of the mess crumpled to the ground in a broken heap; Zim pried his Pak leg from corpse before using those same tools of murder to scurry away down the hall towards the stairs. Dib only remained a moment longer in stunned shock before he followed; he had a little trouble climbing over the mess that Zim left behind but he was able to stumble off down the stairs.
"Zim!" Dib called as he reached the living room, only to realize that he didn't have to in order to find the alien; Zim was in the middle of the room, his Pak legs limp against the quickly staining carpet, though Dib was sure they would inflict pain and death again if Zim felt at all threatened. Dib hung back near the stairs, watching and listening to Gir screaming something from the holographic screen Zim's Pak was projecting.
"... and then I had a million tacos with pig!" the little android exclaimed excitedly, he appeared to be only half in his costume and in the middle of a park somewhere; people were even wandering around in the background, yet Zim didn't seem to care.
After a moment of silence-or perhaps Zim had said something quietly-Gir's energy seemed to deflate a bit; perhaps he even looked a worried as he said, "Aww... Master looks sad!" Zim said nothing in response, or he wasn't quick enough for the childish little robot; already Gir seemed to have forgotten that he'd been concerned for Zim, "I'll bring the pig!"
The transmission cut off from Gir's end, and Zim didn't seem at all interested in trying to stop Gir from his usual antics; he simply pulled the projection device back into his Pak and remained seated in the middle of the floor. Dib wanted to approach his-former?-enemy, but he could honestly admit he was afraid to; Zim seemed upset and, perhaps, in need of comforting, but Dib wasn't so sure that all of Zim's rage was gone. Who was to say that he wouldn't turn and rip apart the boy who had ruined plan after plan to conquer the Earth?
Against his better judgement Dib swallowed hard, paused only briefly, and then forced himself forward; when he noticed Zim's antenna stiffen, however, he stopped completely once more. Zim's head whipped around to look at him with anger burning in their colorful depths; it was amazing to Dib how Zim could make such fearsome expressions without eyebrows, or pupils, or a nose, "So, you're going to try and turn me into your Mystery-thingy while Zim is weak, human-trash?" Zim spat, his voice holding far more venom than normal when he spoke of the race he sought to destroy and enslave; Dib really couldn't blame him one bit, though he didn't agree. That guy was just one human! This kind of thing wasn't a normal habit for the rest of the human population... right?
Dib quickly shook his head, partly to clear it and partly in answer to the alien before him, "No!" He sounded indignant, even though he didn't really feel that way; he felt pathetic when he thought everything over. He broke in here to help Zim escape... and he'd only really helped to torture the alien, even though he'd kind of begged for some of it, "I just—I want to help—"
In a second Zim was back on his Pak legs and towering over Dib, his eyes were murderous as he towered above his enemy; Dib has to avert his eyes so he wouldn't have to stare at Zim's half-naked body, "You want to help me Dib-filth? It's because of your filthy hands that Zim is-!" The alien recoiled at his own words and collapsed back to the ground in a heap of green skin and Pak limbs; Dib was quick to ignore the warnings and rush to help Zim steady himself. The little invader's anger deflated slightly and he sunk against Dib's arms, "You're going to die as soon as Zim has the strength to kill you, Dib-beast."
Despite the threats, Dib held the alien tighter; they needed this truce: Zim to recover from the horrible abuse, and Dib to assure himself that he'd done what he'd could to help even if it was a miserable failure.
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Goodbye Iso, I'll miss you and your evil rape-tastic ways; but you've served your purpose and it's time to move on to sexy, sexy ZaDr. May the devil provide you with Cabbage Patch Kids to rape you in hell.
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