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She Stoops to Conquer	By : Ignacia Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three- Tak’s Plan

“Damn,” Tak said to herself, pacing back and forth in her room. Apparently, Purple hadn’t been the only one having trouble deciding on the issue at hand. It was getting rather late and the green and purple Irken girl couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind wondered back and forth about what to do and what was more important to her, keeping her dignity or getting a ship so she could return to earth and restore her former glory. Some would have thought it would be a no-brainer to choose, but Tak had one thing that many Irkens lacked… self-respect. Those two may have been the Tallest, but she had too much pride in herself to let them use her.

Although, the mating year hadn’t exactly skipped over her either. Her tid-bits were aching to be touched just like everyone, even though she tried harder then anyone else to ignore it. But the idea of banging both Tallest at the same time was making her antennas itch and twitch something awful.

Tak stopped her repetitive pacing for a moment and sat down on the end of her bed. She took a moment to look around the lavish guest room they had provided her with. It was enormous compared to what she was use to, and it was much more elegantly decorated. The bed itself was a work of art.

“They don’t give special treatment like this to just anyone, only the ones they want something from,” she told herself out loud.

She pulled her legs up Indian style on the bed and rested her chin in her hands.

'What to do, what to do? Come on, think, think! You have gotten out of tighter spots before! There has to be a way to get what you want without making yourself feel like a strattler,' she baited herself, referring to the Irken slang for a whore.

She sighed. What did she want? At this point, there were many answers to that question. Her head wanted the replacement ship. Her body wanted the sexual pleasure and pride of doing what no female had probably done ever! Yet, her heart did not want her to reduce herself to being a play thing for these horny males.

“Mimi?”

Suddenly, a little SIR unit’s eyes turned on in the corner. It jumped up and landed in front of Tak.

“Yes ma’am,” Mimi responded in a strong, robotic, female voice.

“Could you fetch me my nightwear,” Tak said in a less then commanding voice.

“Yes ma’am,” Mimi responded, running to get the needed articles of clothing.

Tak had made quite a few modifications in Mimi that normal SIR units never had. For instance, Mimi was capable of sympathy in a strange robotic way.

“Mistress… my scannings show an increase in your stress levels. You are upset,” she said bluntly, returning with the nightwear.

“Yes, Mimi. I am very upset,” Tak responded, taking the clothing and placing it beside her on the bed. She began lifting her shirt over her head, but it was having trouble, getting stuck on her antennas.

“I have been caught in a predicament that could jeopardize the mission,” she said, still struggling with her shirt.

Mimi extended her arms and helped her mistress get the shirt over her head.

“Thank you,” Tak said, pulling off her black invader gloves.

“You are welcome,” Mimi responded, grabbing a hold of Tak’s boots and sliding them off her feet.

“You see, Mimi, I don’t know what choice to make. One way will help the mission, but I’ll end up hating myself for the rest of my life. If I choose the other way, I’ll retain my dignity, but the mission would inevitably subside,” she explained, while Mimi diligently removed Tak’s invader pants.

“Is it not possible you could come up with a way to simply combine the rewards of each choice,” Mimi asked as she began dressing her mistress in a pair of purple pajama bottoms and a white tank top.

“I’ve been trying to,” Tak said, lifting up her arms so the little robot could put the tank top on her. She sighed loudly and moved her tongue over her lips. She was rather thirsty.

“Maybe if I get something to drink,” Tak said, getting up from her spot on the bed. “Stay here, Mimi. I’ll try to find a servant or something to get me a beverage,” she commanded, getting up and going to the door.

It opened automatically upon recognizing Tak’s genetic signature. She stepped through the doorway and went down the impressive hallway. The rich carpeting felt very soothing on her feet as she walked. Decorations graced the walls elegantly, making this floor of the Massive seem more like a palace. She continued her walking until she found a servant.

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After a few minutes, Tak tried to retrace her steps down the confusing maze of hallways with an armful of sugary snacks and a tall glass of a strong Irken drink. She grumbled to herself, trying to remember if there was a plant or strange painting that she may have seen earlier that could hint to the whereabouts of her room.

“Why do they need so many rooms anyway,” she said aloud.

But suddenly, her antenna perked up at the sound of two familiar voices. They were faint and muffled, meaning that she was probably hearing them through a wall. She turned to look at the nearest door, only to realize that it was the Tallest Purple’s room. It was fairly obvious because the door itself was purple and it had a golden name plate.

She couldn’t make out actual words, but her natural curiosity egged her to try and listen in. She looked around to see if there was anything that could help her hear through the door better, until her eyes landed on the glass in her hand. She shrugged and tossed its contents onto a nearby potted plant, which only caused the shrubbery to wither and die almost instantly.

Tak placed the open end of the glass against the door and put her antenna to it.

“Well, I thought that if you had decided yes already, we could just call for little Miss Tak and do it right here, right now.”

Tak jerked her head back in disgust, sticking out her tongue and grimacing. But she returned the glass to the door to continue her eaves-dropping.

“You are such a nymphomaniac,” she heard Purple say.

Suddenly there was the sound of a small struggle and Purple’s desperate cry.

“I always thought that was a good thing.”

Tak gasped lightly in shock. That bastard! That low-life, superficial, abusive twat!

“N-not tonight, Red. I’m not in the mood,” Purple said nervously.

Oh, so he’s a rapist now?! Tak felt a storm well up inside her. Lightning streaked across her eyes. If there was one thing she hated more then anything, it was males like Red! The chauvinistic, sexist, macho type who always had to prove their dick was bigger then everyone else’s!

“Purple… it’s the mating year. You are always in the mood. You can’t help it,” Red said lustfully.

Tak removed the glass from the door. Her hand squeezed it hard until it shattered; small bits of glass cutting into her palm, oozing out violet blood and staining the rich carpeting beneath her. But she didn’t even wince. She anger had consumed her like a violent hurricane. The daggers in her unforgiving eyes would have killed anyone that was unfortunate enough to meet her gaze. The old Tak was back, and she was ready for some justice to be served.

A small, evil smile crept onto her face as a plan was formulated in her head.

“If he wants sex, then he’ll get sex,” she sneered, following it with a small, sinister cackle.
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