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Petting Doom	By : FairySlayer Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 6127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the "Invader Zim" franchise or have any association with it whatsoever; we do not make any money for writing this story. Invader Zim (c) Jhonen Vasquez or Nickelodeon or whatever.

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Gaz and Gir (still in his dog costume)are alone at home. Both are sitting on the couch, playing Game Slave 2. Their game controllers are connected to the TV, which emits a cacophony of bleeps and thuds. Gaz sits motionless and grim-faced while Gir bounces enthusiastically in his seat, squeaking and frantically pressing the buttons of his controller. After a while the TV noises stop.
GAME VOICE: Game over. G-A-Z wins again!
Ignoring this message, Gir continues his hyperactive behavior.
GAZ: Hey. You can stop now.
Gir ceases jumping up and down and looks at Gaz, panting with his little tongue sticking out. Gaz returns his stare with a stern look.
GAZ: Either you're letting me win or you suck even worse than Dib.
Gir grants her his broadest retarded smile.
GAZ: I assume it's the latter. Huh, I thought a robot would be a crack at computers games.
Gir's eyes turn red and he salutes.
GIR: My lord and master! I can play games and tricks and stuff!
GAZ: No, you're useless. I think I'll pass you over to my dad. He can do experiments on you, or whatever. Now get lost. I'm putting it in single-player mode.
Gir's eyes turn green again.
GIR (sadly): Awww... but I can do the best trick ever!
GAZ: What?
GIR: It's sooooo cool. Cool cool cool.
GAZ (slightly intrigued): So, what is it? Some kind of alien thing?
GIR: Nooooo. Guess again! It's something I can do and you can't!
GAZ: Look, I don't have time for riddles. I've got a record to break. Either tell me or get lost.
GIR: I can shed my skin!
GAZ: You don't have skin. You're a robot.
GIR: I have skin! It's all green and fluffy. See?
GAZ (compassionately): Alright, you have skin. Now, what's so special about it?
GIR: I can shed it! Look!
Gaz watches while Gir unzips and jumps out of his dog suit. He assumes a victorious pose, awaiting applause.
GAZ: That's it? That's your trick?
GIR: Yes! And you can't do it! (tauntingly) Nah nah!
As Gir continues to laugh in his high-pitched squeal, Gaz squints and her upper lip trembles, baring her gritted teeth. Then a faint, naughty smile appears on her face.
GAZ: You think so? You think I can't (she makes quote signs with her fingers) "shed my skin"?
GIR (decidedly): No. You're just a simple human girl-human.
GAZ: Watch me.
Without taking her gaze off the taunting robot, she reaches back, unfastens her skull-key necklace and slowly slides it off before flinging it at the couch. Then she raises her arms, one over her head and the other up behind her back, pushing her undeveloped chest forward while undoing the zipper on her dress.
GIR (impressed): Oooooh! You have a zipper too!
Gaz slowly, deliberately slides the dress off her shoulders and then wriggles slightly as she pulls it down the length of her body and to the floor. She doesn't pause before hooking her thumbs into her stockings, pushing them down into the dress still around her feet. Dressed only in a loose fitting black undershirt with spaghetti straps and black cotton panties, she steps out of the shed clothing before standing proudly before the bewildered robot. Gir claps his hands.
GIR: Yay! Now we're even!
Gaz's smile broadens.
GAZ: If you think I'm happy with a draw, you don't know me very well. I'm gonna win this game.
She slips the straps off her shoulders and covers her petite, almost non-existent breasts with both hands. Then she slowly slides her hands downwards, taking the shirt down.
GIR (shocked): Not your second skin! Your organs will fall out!
GAZ: Hey, if you can't stand the sight, don't watch.
She turns around and allows the shirt to slide down her body and drop on the floor. Her tiny nipples harden as the cool air hits them, and a quick shiver makes her young body tremble. Mockingly prudent, she only shows Gir the bare pale skin of her back and her small but perfectly shaped bum, still covered in black cotton. Then, with a swift movement she bends her knees and slips off her panties, exhibiting her cute butt and offering Gir a quick glimpse of her immaculate, rosy pussy.
GIR (excitedly): Your organs didn't fall out! And you're pretty! Prettier than a pig!
At hearing the word "pig", Gaz shudders.
GAZ: Well, I'm taking that as a compliment. Now, do you agree I won this game fair and square?
GIR: Nuh-uh. I must inspect you!
Gaz turns around, plants her clenched fists on her hips and gives Gir a stern look.
GAZ: Look here, buddy. I'm completely naked. What do you...
GIR (pointing at her belly button): What's that?
GAZ (smirks): Heh. You've never seen a naked girl, have you? That's my belly button.
GIR: What does it do?
GAZ: Dunno. Nothing much, I guess. It's pretty useless.
GIR: Oh. (He suddenly points at Gaz' little hairless pussy, accidentally brushing his caliper against her little mound.) And what's that?
Gaz smiles and her pale cheeks redden a bit in embarrassment as his cold metal touch sends a pleasant chill down her spine.
GAZ: That's my cunnie. Every human girl has one.
GIR: Is it useless too?
GAZ: Oh no. It's the most useful part of a girl's body. Don't tell Zim, but life on Earth pretty much depends on it.
GIR (impressed): Oooooh! So, what does it do?
Gaz gets down on her knees so she's at equal height with the small robot. Then she spreads her legs and leans back, thus granting Gir a good view of her most intimate organ. With her right hand, she spreads the outer lips, exposing the soft rosy flesh of her inner lips and the entrance to her love channel.
GAZ: Well, it's where babies come from. But more importantly, it's how we make boys do what we want. Some of them will do anything just to see it, and if you make them think you'll let them put their thingy inside then you own them.
Gir quickly leans forward, putting his face right up against it while tentatively prodding the tiny bump of her clitty's hood with the rounded edge of his surprisingly-warm metal hand. A mixture of anger and confusion flashes across Gaz's face as her eyes go wide and she inhales sharply. However, she does nothing more than glare at the stupid robot as the strange new feelings begin to excite her, almost like some new videogame. After letting the bot examine her nub cover for a minute she decides to try the next level.
GAZ: That's only one little part of it. Check out the whole thing.
Gaz reaches down and guides his claw up and down the side of her slit, being sure to roll it against her outer lips. Gir's eyes suddenly turn red as he responds in a serious tone.
GIR: Yes, mistress!
As he moves in for an even-closer view, the heat from his glowing eyes warming her tender spot and thighs. A small moan escapes her lips as she feels a strange warm wetness slowly forming just below where she's being probed, but she's surprised to see that it's not caused by Gir but coming from inside herself. Thinking that Gir is making her pee, she pushes back on her elbows to get up and race for the bathroom, but Gir suddenly pushes the flat edge of his claw against her vagina and begins pressing excitedly with both hands. His eyes turn back to magenta and go wide in fear.
GIR: Oh no, I broke it and you're leaking lubricant! But it's a slow leak.
With that, Gaz remembered hearing something about "that" wetness and let herself back down. Besides, Gir's steady patting motions felt great, and it's Dib's turn to clean the living room next, anyway.
GIR: Eeeeek! It's leaking even faster now! (He rubs and presses into her even more excitedly.)
GAZ: Oh, it's supposed to do that. It just means you're doing it right.
GIR: What's it for then?
GAZ (blushing and almost giggling): I told you, it's so a boy can put his wiener in me.
GIR: I like wieners, too. But I thought humans eat with their mouths?
Gaz chuckles, suddenly wondering how stupid a girl would have to be to put a penis in her mouth.
GAZ: It's not a real wiener: it's just called that 'cause it looks like one. Just like my cunnie is called a 'taco' but...
GIR (interrupting excitedly): A taco? I love tacos!
Gir opens his mouth wide and clamps it down over her entire vulva, wildly mouthing from the top of her pubic area down to her little butthole, sucking and licking all the while. The sudden ecstatic shock of his hot serpentine metal tongue makes her fall back onto the floor as she grabs his head and desperately tries to stop his assault.
GAZ (frightened, between labored breaths): No! Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop!
Gir firmly holds her thighs apart with his claws while continuing to probe her most intimate regions. Despite the promise of delicious Earth foodstuffs he can taste only Gaz's hot flesh, now dripping with the strong smell of little girl sex. Slowly, Gaz's protests get weaker as she starts to enjoy the feelings of being "gently ravaged" by the excitable mechanoid.
GAZ: Don't... stop.... Oh, don't... stop...
Instead of giving up, he begins probing a wider area: first, he massages aside her hood to thoroughly taste her hardening clit before rubbing in tight circles all the way down to her tightly-puckered asshole. Sensing some sort of opening, he tries to force his tongue inside to explore it fully, but she's too tense and he gives up before causing another "leak." However, his eyes are at the perfect level to see her labia stiffen as her little vagina tries to open itself in anticipation. He pulls back for a better look.
GIR: You have a secret compartment!
GAZ: I SAID DON'T STOP!
Gaz immediately pulls his face back into her crotch, eliciting a loud squeal of delight from the demented little robot. He being sucking and licking her juices, much more than he needs to run chemical and spectral analyses on, and concentrates once again on her hot spot. Slowly and carefully, he presses his tongue into the newly-discovered opening, working it in with the help of her natural juices. Meanwhile, he sees the swelling around her little girl nub, so he rubs his upper lip up and down over it, taking continuous readings. Soon, he runs up against a barrier of thin skin and slows down, pressing in and out all the way around it, trying to find a way to explore further without damaging the specimen. Gaz spreads her legs with all her might, trying to expose as much of her crotch as possible, to the entire world if necessary; the sheer naughtiness of this thought makes her shudder with delight as the strange new tension builds.
GAZ: Oh, yes, that's it! (screaming) Keep going! Keep going!
With that, she yanks Gir's head forward with all her might, jerking his tongue through her hymen. She cries out in both pain and ecstasy and Gir quickly extends his tongue to examine this new region. Hearing his sister's cries, Dib runs into the living room, freezing in shock when he sees his naked little sister being brutalized by the alien robot.
DIB: I knew it! I knew it! It was all one of Zim's tricks to sneak in here and attack us one by one! I have to do something!
GAZ (unintelligible grunting with each thrust): FUCK...OFF...DIB!
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