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Keyword Destiny: Postscripts	By : Kereliah Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 2219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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6. A Beautiful Whole
Gaz speaking
After the Earth was assimilated, there was one thing I missed most of all. And it wasn't corndogs and cheese fries, or soaking in a bathtub, or even the opportunity to try out the Game Slave 17. It was Tak's fucking human hologram.
I mean, she was so hot. So hot, and I'd never even had the chance to nail her. She'd been too busy with her preparations before we arrived on Earth, and now that we were back on the Massive, she refused to so much as discuss the hologram again.
I coaxed and begged – shit, I promised her some things I'm really not proud of – but she said I was being juvenile and irritating, and she would not, under any circumstances, be convinced to misappropriate the Empire's resources for my sexual gratification. Because, you know, she hadn't already done that about a million times.
Thus, when I wasn't dealing with J4 or Dib, I was lusting after the carefully-preserved memory of every sway, bob, and jiggle of that magnificent hologram. She strutted through my mind all day and danced in my dreams all night, winding her gorgeous body around a silver pole, flipping her shining mane of hair and licking her rose-petal lips.
I heard the click of her stilettos in every sound and saw her smoky eyes casting coy glances from every corner. I could loll on a lounger for hours just imagining her hands, fingernails catching the light as they smoothed slowly down her thighs—her beautiful thighs, full and white peeking out from under her dress.
Then one night, I showed up at our bedroom to find her perched on the edge of the bed, her ankles crossed daintily, her lips arranged in a cool pout. For a few seconds, I just stood there gaping, expecting her to disappear each time I blinked. When she didn't, and I found myself still standing there gawking like a moron, I scrambled to recover with the first thing that came to me – a cheesy pickup line.
"Hey, are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you."
"Oh, how impressive," she said with a roll of her eyes, flopping back on the bed so that her legs fell open. "Please, ravish me now."
"Be careful what you wish for, Sticky." I climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over her, straddling her waist.
Planting my hands on either side of her, I leaned over her and devoured her with my eyes. The V of cleavage peering through the keyhole in her dress (most girls' tits kind of flatten out when they're lying on their back, but damned if hers didn't look as perfect as ever). Her dark hair fanned out over the pale blanket. Her almond-shaped, curly-lashed eyes.
"So what's up?" I asked. "Are you having me executed tomorrow or something?"
"No, this isn't your last meal. I've simply decided that perhaps it would be best for both of us if you had the chance to act out this little fantasy of yours, so that you can move past it once and for all. You may consider it a gift, for your birthday or Christmas or whatever other holiday might fall within the next several hundred years, because I'm only doing this once."
"Once is all I need."
"Good." She let me bend down and kiss her once, then shoved me off of her, rising to her feet. I sat back and appreciated the graceful flex of her calf muscles in her painted-on boots, the way the stripes on her dress seemed to ripple and slide over her curves.
She stood at the foot of the bed, resting her hands on her hips, shifting most of her weight to one leg, and I swear it was like looking at a statue of a goddess. "So I suppose if we're going to do this," she said grudgingly, "I should…disrobe."
I widened my eyes. "I didn't know you could."
"A hologram is a highly complex piece of technology, child. In order to achieve the most realistic effect, a well-made hologram will have several layers that can be removed and replaced as necessary." She sighed. "Another reason I can't believe I'm so flagrantly misusing this one."
"What I can't believe is that you're actually going to strip for me. You told me you'd never – how did you put it? – display like an animal, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I was referring to myself. Not this frankly laughable simulation of a human female, whose image I just happen to be wearing at the moment. My sense of dignity doesn't apply to her." She snorted as she flicked her eyes down at the hologram's tits, palming one briefly as if to test its illusory weight. "She doesn't look like the type who'd have much dignity, does she?"
I skooched up to sit against the wall at the head of the bed, folding my arms behind my head, and flashed Tak a grin. "Just the way I like 'em."
So she stripped for me. She actually fucking stripped for me, though it wasn't exactly as I'd been imagining it all this time; just because Tak had momentarily yanked the dignity stick out of her ass didn't mean she'd taken poledancing lessons.
When she stripped, it was more utility than ceremony. She began with her boots, swaying a little on her right foot as she lifted the left to pull off one boot, then switching to remove the other. Taking her dress by the hem, she pulled it up over her head all at once, squeezing her head and shoulders through the dress's high neck and tossing it to the floor.
Underneath, a black lace demi bra cupped her pretty titties, and matching panties rode low on her hips. All over – from her long legs to her slender waist to her silky shoulders – she was smooth, firm, supple. Her skin was the color of buttermilk, and looked as if it'd be as creamy to the touch. She shook out her hair and sauntered over to the head of the bed, her hips switching gracefully as she moved.
"I don't understand why humans have so much unnecessary fat on their bodies," she muttered, wrinkling her nose as she glanced back at her ass. "It's cumbersome and disgusting. What exactly is so attractive about engorged milk glands and posterior padding?"
"I'm not sure, hon, but if you're calling T&A unnecessary, this relationship thing might not be such a good idea after all." I reached out to touch her forearm, gesturing with my chin towards my lap. "Come here."
She slid onto the bed on top of me, warm, breathing softly. The weight of her was wonderful, even if it wasn't real. She placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned forward, and began to kiss me, with those lips plump and juicy like lush red fruit.
After awhile, my hands found their way to her tits, squeezing, caressing, working their way towards the bra clasp nestled in her cleavage. As I undid it, she withdrew from the kiss, her lips glistening, her eyes burning low beneath heavy lids.
"How have I missed thee?" I rhapsodized to her bare tits when the clasp opened, finding them twice as impressive unveiled. They really were the prettiest pair of titties I'd ever seen, and that's saying something. Round, but not too round; soft, but not too soft. Just the right amount of weight and bounce, plus nipples like dollops of strawberry frosting. Hot buttered damn.
"Let me count the ways. 'S too bad you won't be able to feel what I'm about to do here, Sticky—" I didn't pretend to grasp all the mechanics of her hologram, but I was pretty sure it couldn't give her sensation in body parts she didn't have "—'cause I'm really going to enjoy it."
But just as I was lowering my mouth to find out what holographic tits would taste like, she jerked away from me, clutching the cups of the bra together with one hand. "Wait a second," she said, suddenly glowering. "Do you like this—this thing better than me?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
"You heard what I said! Do you prefer this hologram's appearance to mine? Are you enjoying touching it more than you enjoy touching me? You are, aren't you? How could I have been so blind?"
A little clumsily, she refastened her bra, backing down the bed on her knees. I shut my eyes and kneaded them with the heels of my hands. "Okay," I groaned. "Okay. What the hell are you flipping out about now?"
"Do you think I'm stupid, child?" she snapped. "Did you suppose I wouldn't see the way you look at this thing – that I wouldn't listen to you practically composing odes to it just now? I was trying to be charitable, letting you indulge your fetish for it, but now I can see that my generosity was misplaced. Tell me this – am I just something you've settled for? Something you've put up with in the absence of—of this?"
I thought of telling her how ridiculous she looked throwing a tantrum in lingerie, but just as soon decided that wouldn't get me anywhere I wanted to be. "It's not a fetish, Tak. I'm human, remember? Even if you don't think of me that way, I am human, and your hologram looks human. What's so wrong with me being attracted to it?"
"What's wrong is that you're being unfaithful to me! How is what you're doing now any different than if you'd copulated with some indiscriminate human tramp while we were on Earth?"
"Uh, I don't know, maybe in that it's you?"
"This thing is not me! You are being unfaithful to me, and you're doing it with my consent. If you think I'm stupid, perhaps you're right. I have been stupid. I should have remembered that charity never pays off in the end."
She got up and stormed over to the spot where she'd left her clothes. I had no idea if you could rip a holographic dress, but as she yanked hers back over her head, I felt sure that she would. "Should I apologize," she said, her voice quivering like a string stretched taut, "for subjecting you to my appearance all these years? For depriving you of what you naturally lust for? I suppose I should have realized the futility of going against instinct."
"What the fuck are you babbling about? Calm down and come back over here. This is not as big a deal as you're making it out to be."
She glared at me and her eyes darkened, making their whites flash like lightning. "You know," she said bitterly, "I never thought of myself as someone who cared whether or not she was attractive to anyone else. Irkens generally don't. But when you're sitting there drooling over me wearing this human mask, acting as if it's more desirable than I've ever been, I can't help but feel that the past sixteen years have been a tremendous waste of my time."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God, make way for the Almighty Drama Queen."
Her boots snapped against her skin as she jerked them up, trying to keep from wobbling on their high heels. "So that's how you're choosing to handle this. I wish I could say I were surprised."
Stalking a few steps closer to the head of the bed, she narrowed her eyes at me, and hissed, "How about this? If you wish to worship at the feet of this false idol, you may do so permanently. Hm? Since the way I look under this hologram is obviously so unappealing to you, would you be happy if you never had to glance beneath it again?"
"I—what? For fuck's sake, Tak, let's talk about this."
"Talk? Why should we talk? As I recall, you enjoy looking quite a bit more."
She whirled and flounced out of the room, her hair swinging, her heels clacking, her ass suitable for framing beside the fucking Mona Lisa. But even though she was as hot as she'd been when I'd first laid eyes on her, she left our room feeling much colder.
And she made good on her threat, too. She didn't come back to bed that night, but when I saw her the next morning, she was still wearing her hologram. She was getting a lot of weird looks from the crew, who were understandably unsure how to respond to what looked like a human woman strutting around the Massive giving them orders, and from Vix, who quietly asked me if Mummy had gone crazy. Probably the only one who wasn't hurrying in the other direction when she saw Tak coming was Mimi, who, as usual, had adopted the stance of ignoring the drama and waiting for it to blow over.
As for me, for the first day or so, I thought Tak had finally scraped the bottom of the barrel when it came to retaliation, because hey, what the hell was so bad about this? So what if she wasn't exactly being friendly towards me? I still got to watch her parading that bangin' body up and down the decks of the Massive every day.
I guess she was hoping I'd get sick of it, and maybe then I'd regret preferencing it over her, but anyone who thought I could OD on T&A didn't know me as well as she thought she did. Tak would get over being pissed at me eventually, and in the meantime, I would sit back and enjoy the view.
But as the days wore on, the novelty began to fade. I didn't perk up at the sound of her stilettos. I stopped flicking my tongue over my lips just thinking about kissing hers. She would toss her hair over her shoulder, and it no longer drew my eyes like metal filings to a magnet.
She was still hot, yeah, but who cared? I'd been with a hundred hot girls, and learned a hundred times over that it was only skin-deep; I'd grown bored of them just like I was growing bored of her. Only five days after that disastrous night in our bedroom, I'd had my fill of Her Royal Hotness, and the realization was faintly horrifying.
She was right, I thought one night as she slipped into bed beside me, in her black lingerie I wasn't even thinking about undoing. This thing isn't her.
I knew in my head that she was there under that hologram – she smelled and sounded like she always had, and the irises of her eyes remained that particular shade of purple – but it still felt as though I were lying next to a stranger. I still missed my Sticky Tak.
After that first night, she'd come back to sleep in our bed, but she didn't speak to me, and she wasn't sending out come-and-get-it vibes, either. Only that night did she speak coldly into the darkness, her back to me. "I have to say I'm a bit surprised that you haven't touched me yet. Here I lie like a slain lamb on an altar, and suddenly you've taken a vow of chastity?"
I sighed. "Aren't you getting tired of this, Tak?"
She was silent for a moment, stiff-shouldered. "That reminds me," she sniffed into her pillow. "I think I ought to go by a different name now, don't you? A human name. Perhaps Samantha, or Desirée, or Mandy – something nice and vacuous."
She'd kept it up for a solid week when I decided enough was enough, and I was going to talk or slap some sense into her no matter what it took. I knew she had a meeting with her councils that night, so I headed to the videoconference room right about as it would be ending.
Rounding a bend in the corridor, I heard Rel bidding Tak goodnight as she stepped out into the hallway, clutching her tablet to her chest. The doors whished shut and Rel glanced up to see me, slowing to a stop just outside the room.
"So how did the conference go?" I asked.
"All right," she said, avoiding my eyes. "As usual. Tallest Tak is—an able conductor of discourse, as I'm sure you know."
"Uh-huh. How did it really go, Rel? Was it weird?"
"Painfully." When she blinked up at me, I saw etched into her features the same desperate look the rest of the crew had been wearing for days – fear and frustration mixed with puzzlement. "I don't know what you did to make her feel this is necessary, Commander Gaz, but whatever it was, please swallow your pride and apologize. This can't go on much longer.
"I'm not sure if she realizes how she's coming off to people and doesn't care, or if she simply doesn't understand, but—someone has to bring her back to reality, and soon. The Almighty Tallest cannot command the Empire looking like a human female. She just can't!"
"I know, Rel. I'm going to make things right."
Rel nodded tightly and skittered off down the hallway, and I slipped into the videoconference room. Tak stood with her back to me, fiddling with something on the console under the big screen. I wasn't sure if she'd heard me come in or not, but she didn't acknowledge me until I came up beside her and hoisted myself up onto the console, sitting with my legs hanging in midair.
"Go away, child," she muttered, her eyes cast downwards at the screen. "I don't have time to deal with you right now."
"You've got to make time, Sticky." I reached over and tapped the 'end session' icon on the screen, making it dissolve into black. "We need to talk."
Briefly, she looked as if she might smack me, or scream at me, or something else equally ugly and unproductive. Instead, she let out a sharp, short breath and folded her arms under her tits, flicking her gaze to the floor.
"According to you," she finally said, after a long stretch of uncomfortable silence, "you were quite the hot commodity on Earth, so perhaps that's why I've failed to get through to you. Perhaps you've never been made to feel as if you're inadequate. I suppose it's rather like undergoing cosmetic surgery, or adopting a new wardrobe – the compliments are flattering, until one begins to wonder just how flawed she was before."
I sighed, lacing my fingers loosely in my lap. "I just want to say one thing to start off with, okay? I don't think it's fair for you to take my getting turned on by a human woman personally, because I can't change what comes naturally to me.
"Me—uh, enjoying your hologram isn't me telling you you're inadequate; it's me being a human who's used to preferring other humans over frickin' space lizards, and to some extent, that's just part of the package here. I'm not Irken and I never will be, and I'm not going to apologize for that."
"I understand that, child," she snapped. "Do you suppose it's been easy for me, learning to redefine my standards of physical attractiveness? It doesn't come naturally to me to participate in this kind of relationship at all, let alone with a human, and yet somehow I manage."
"I know you do. Which is why I just wanted to say that, not use it as an excuse." I reached out to take her hand, pressing my fingers into her fist even as she resisted me. "Did you ever stop to think," I asked, "even for a second, that maybe the reason I thought your hologram was so hot was because I knew you were inside it?"
For a split second, her glare actually broke, and she blinked at me. "What?"
"I could've copulated with some indiscriminate tramp on Earth, but I didn't, did I? I could've zipped off to a conquered world and recruited some slave to put on your hologram, if I didn't give a shit who was wearing it. If all I cared about was a hot chick and a sweet lay, there are a million and six ways to get that—but Sticky, there's only one you. And you are the only one I want to be with, ever."
Sweet cyborg Christ, I found myself thinking wryly. If my sixteen-year-old self were standing here right now, she would slug me into the next dimension.
"I chose you over anybody else on Earth when you were a squishy green dumpling who came up to my waist, and I feel the same way about you now as I did then. This thing is not the person I want in my life, or for that matter, in my bed. She would never have meant shit to me if it weren't your breath leaving her lips—and to be honest, the bloom's kind of off the rose at this point anyway. I miss you, babe. Isn't that what you wanted?"
Her brow knit and lowered, her eyes gravitating again towards the floor. "Perhaps," she said hoarsely. "But I don't need your pity."
"Good. 'Cause I'm not a pitying kind of girl." I pulled her gently closer to me, and she let herself be drawn in. My arm snaked around her shoulders and squeezed.
"I know you don't care whether you're attractive to me," I whispered, grinning, into her ear, "because Irkens generally don't. But for what it's worth, I think that you, exactly as you are – a bald, scaly, bug-eyed beanpole, with no ears and no nose and a ladybug on steroids between your shoulder blades – are drop-dead gorgeous, and smokin' hot."
Her cheeks turned pink and she cleared her throat, as if her flush were a noise that could be drowned out. "Well, I suppose it is past time I dispensed with this hologram," she conceded. "It's actually incredibly irritating."
"And juvenile."
It sounds stupid, but when that hologram flickered off, a huge weight took flight from my shoulders. I knew I'd missed her, but until I actually saw her, I hadn't realized how much. I'd missed the intensity of her eyes, the gentle slope of her cheekbones, how the spirals of her antennae were as unique as the whorls of human fingerprints. I'd missed the way my arm felt around her shoulders.
Her mouth, her hands, her razorblade eyelashes; the liquid lines of her body melting into her gown; her skin that reminded me of lying on a forest floor in early summer, looking up at the canopy. I couldn't explain it, but somehow, all of those little pieces came together in a beautiful whole. I mean, yeah, I'd fed her some lines in the past sixteen years, but I think you're gorgeous wasn't one of them.
I kissed her, long and hard, then slid off the console and thunked to my feet. "Well, thank God for that," I said, wiggling my eyebrows as I looked her up and down. "I think I see a pretty green field that needs to be plowed."
She groaned. "How enticing."
"Hey, at least I didn't say a snowy road."
Of course, the best part of fighting with her was always the make-up sex, and it didn't disappoint. We went at it for a good hour, with the neural manipulator in my strap-on shut off so I could focus on the pleasure of just watching her. Having milked her dry, I lay spooned up to her in our bed, completely wiped out and happier than I'd been all week.
That was when something occurred to me, popping into my head out of the blue – something I figured it'd be best to tell her now, while she was still dreamy with afterglow, and couldn't sock me too hard.
"Hey, Sticky?" I said, yawning.
"Mm?"
"I just thought you should know I have my brother's hybrid bastard locked up in our basement. Been meaning to tell you for awhile."
"…what?"
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