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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: Sorry for the month-long wait! I got some serious writer's block... so I filled my brain with Harvest Moon and avoided looking at this story for a while. Spent some time thinking it over, though, and finally decided I needed something funnier and sexier to get me back into this. After a few failed attempts at writing the newly developed fun times I was finally able to work things out. Hopefully the flow doesn't seem too disjointed. I read it over... but when I take such long breaks from writing things sometimes go wonky.
Anyhow I realized that I haven't really thanked my reviewers! I get so caught up sometimes in getting chapters out that I forget to thank the people who make posting my writing worthwhile. Seriously, without reviewers I would lose all motivation and probably just keep everything situated in my brain where the madness belongs. I'm done rambling, now! Enjoy chapter seven of PoX!
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Zim panted heavily with the strain he put on his body; he was trying desperately to escape from being folded in half, but the human was much too large. His weight was too much for the tortured and exhausted little alien to overcome, so Zim was forced to endure the exposure and humiliation of the position.
There was a long moment of silence that was burned into Zim's Pak, he could quite literally feel the human's eyes focused between his legs and he hated it. He mustered up the energy to squirm again but the human held tight, leaning in for a better look at what Zim was forced to offer. Zim burned a darker green, feeling breath touch against his skin, “You're a hermaphrodite?” the human asked suddenly, blue eyes wide with fascination; Zim hated that awful look.”
“A what?” he asked simply to draw the human's face from the area he was studying so closely, it didn't appear to be working as the human continued to stare.
“You know,” The kidnapper said unhelpfully, “you've got both male and female genitalia. You've got a va--”
The human, however, was not allowed to finish, “Zim is male!” he burst out, his struggling renewed as his anger rose, “I have nothing female!”
Another moment of silence passed, the human gazing up Zim's body with a blank, brainless look; was he really that stupid? Foolish humans! All of them running around on their dirty planet with their brain worms and stinky faces. Zim couldn't fathom a hatred deeper for this race than at this moment, “Must be an alien thing.” the human said at last before literally face-planting himself between Zim's legs.
Zim's growl quickly turned into a screeching string of insults as the human sucked and licked at him with water-based saliva. Zim was being burned in the most horrible way, in a most sensitive place; he was afraid his flesh would be slowly melted away for the disgusting filth-beast's pleasure. His skin was even starting to smoke horribly, but this fact went unnoticed by his tormentor. Zim was on the verge of resigning himself to a soupy death-he was an invader, a fighter, but nothing prepared him for this horrible feeling of his privates being skinned-but it just wasn't in his nature to do nothing no matter how utterly useless he felt.
Zim gave a pathetic squirm, his compressed body bucking and twisting and arching until, somehow, the human was knocked from him. For a moment the Irken was stunned, but shock was swiftly tossed to the back of his mind in favour of escape; quickly Zim kicked his feet against the ground, using the soles of his boots to propel him as far away as possible. Eventually he was stopped when his Pak hit a wall; it was only then that he looked up to see what horrible things would be in store for him...
But there stood the Dib, facing the other human with a look on his face that was normally reserved for Zim; it was Dib's I'm-going-to-foil-your-plan look, and for once Zim was happy to see it. Of course, that didn't mean Dib wasn't still a sniveling meat-creature; what kind of warrior went into battle with a lamp as his weapon? If Zim trusted the Dib-stink more he would offer to let him reach into his Pak for a better weapon, but as it was there was no such relationship... and not enough time.
The adult groaned and rubbed his head where he'd been struck; he looked to the general area where he'd last seen Zim before snapping his eyes to the child who faced him with nothing more than a lamp as his weapon. After a brief second he recognized the kid for who he was, “You really need to stop doing that, kid; running up and trying to knock people out is going to get you into shit.”
The boy took a step back as he rose to his feet to tower over the child; he could see the nervousness on his face and the way his throat moved as he swallowed. The desire inside his body caused him to tremble and the smirk on his lips to grow; oh, once he was finished with the alien he'd go back to his true passion and fuck this child. He could already imagine the feel of that warm throat constricting violently around his penis as escape was fought for, he could see the way he'd look with tears streaming down his face behind those glasses, and hear the choked little sounds he'd make as he was violated. It was almost enough to overwhelm the novelty of getting to fuck an alien. He was a pedophile at heart, and while Zim might be an alien child-he was small enough to be-it just wasn't the same.
“Raping someone is going to get you into shit.” the kid parroted at last; god, he loved how kids tried to act all adult when they really knew very little about what was going on.
Chuckling the man took a step closer and then another, slowly cornering his prey as he spoke, “He's an alien... it's not like he'd be protected under our laws. I'll fuck him all I want and nothing will happen to me...” his smirk grew to a full out sadistic grin as he leaned down to the boy's height, “You should be much more worried about what will happen to you though, don't you think?”
Though he was prepared for the swing of the lamp he wasn't able to block it; he moved with the force of the hit before lashing out to snag the boy's wrists and wrench the make-shift weapon away. The lamp's bulb shattered as he threw it to the floor, he then easily hoisted the struggling kid over his shoulder and made for the stairs. He paused there to look back at Zim who was trying-and failing-to use the wall to push his body up to his feet, “Don't go anywhere, Zim.” he instructed in a sing-song voice as he headed up the stairs.
Zim snarled at the retreating human, zipper teeth displayed viciously even if he could no longer see the horrible human thing; somehow it was comforting to know that he still had the ability to rip chucks of human flesh from the bone should he need to. For now, however, he simply needed an escape; the Dib-stink had foolishly intervened giving Zim the opportunity he needed. Zim wiggled, using the wall to lift his body up long enough so he could bring his arms around to the front; he was then able to use them to drag his body upright. Things sure sucked without his Pak in proper working order, but Zim was determined to prove to himself that he didn't need it... not for this.
Of course, once his Pak's functions returned to normal he would be glad to rip that disgusting human into pieces with every tool he could get his claws on. Zim drew his pants back up awkwardly as he planned that horrid meat-creature's death; he'd rip him with his claws, blast him with a laser, zap him with the zappy-thing, and finally he'd give the remains to Gir so he could make him into a taco or something. That filthy human would beg for the end when Zim was finished with him; he'd even make that stinky, meaty, thing pay for anything he did to the Dib-human while he was gone. For now, however, he had to get out and hide.
Gritting his teeth against the burning pain between his legs-curse this planet and its watery inhabitants-Zim shuffled through the house towards the place where he was sure the Dib-stink had come from. He wandered into the kitchen area and glanced around before realizing just how tough escape was going to be; the Dib had climbed into the kitchen through a window above the sink if the muddy footprints were anything to go by. Without his Pak legs Zim would have some trouble pulling himself up that high; he could manage it but Zim had an ingenious plan. It was such an amazing plan that Zim took a moment to gloat to himself, a fantastic smirk on his lips.
The little alien might have remained there long enough to get caught if he weren't snapped back to reality by the Dib-stink's voice, “N-No! You're disgusting! I won't let that happen!” Zim cringed a little, sure that the Dib was going through something horrible; but it was his own stupid fault for coming in here! Zim hadn't asked him for his help even if he was a tiny bit grateful to the human; but that was what a slave was supposed to do for his master... so that just meant his amazing plan to train the humans like the dog-beasts was working!
Shaking the victorious feeling away for now, Zim pulled a chair across the kitchen floor and placed it under the window; he took a moment to glance around before ducking into the cupboard beneath the sink and huddling there in wait. If things worked properly the human would think that Zim had escaped through the window; he'd go looking giving Zim enough time to recover his Pak functions, save his human slave, and escape this wretched filth house. He might even have the time to kill the human for daring to touch the almighty Zim!
But for now Zim was forced to wait quietly, hunched in the tight space listening with his antennae perked and his eyes wide; waiting was never Zim's strong suit, and as he listened for the perverted human to come for him Zim became bored. After a moment the little alien shifted and spread his legs slightly with an exaggerated frown on his face; it hurt! But not only did it burn he was also reminded constantly of the human's words upon looking between his legs, “Zim is not female.” he grumbled to himself, wondering just why the human-stink had made such a stupid mistake. He was far too amazing to be a female, least of all anything like the sniveling females on this awful planet; what was there to mistake?
Zim knew it was odd to have sexual anatomy close to that of a race that had developed on a completely different planet in a completely different solar system; but as it was Zim had discovered that male humans had a similar organ to what he had. Humans, however, had a waste-tube thing where Zim had something else...
The little alien cringed and quickly shook the thought from his head; he did not want to think about giving birth because it wouldn't happen..! He did, however, want to figure out what it was the human had been babbling about. Outside the cupboard there was no sound that Zim's sensitive hearing could detect; he leaned forward to peer out the crack between the wood before leaning back and shoving his bound hands into his pants. As his claws moved across his flesh Zim felt a tingle of pleasure, but it was not enough to distract him from his goal; he moved past his shaft and immediately brushed his fingers over his hole. Lucky for him self-touch did not cause a reaction from his Pak so he was able to feel around for a moment before the reminder of stinging pain caused him to move away. Zim dragged his clawed hand upwards a bit before letting out a squeak when one finger slid into a dip that he'd been certain wasn't there ever before.
Fuchsia eyes snapped wide open as Zim continued to prod at the strange area; it certainly wasn't anything female-not that Zim would really know the difference-but it was certainly another hole. Cringing the alien drew his hands back, holding them away as if he could erase what he'd felt by keeping his fingers far from that place, “What are you, foul thing!? Zim demands you go away again!” he growled, eyes fixed between his legs in a burning glare.
In a moment he realized his mistake, antenna stiffening as he heard footfall headed towards the sink he hid beneath. The invader ceased breathing for a moment only to let the air out in a hissing rush as the cabinet door was flung open and the human reached in to drag him out. Zim snapped his teeth at the man, but the hand darted down to grab his leg instead. He was hoisted out of his hiding place and held upside-down for the smirking filth-beast to laugh in his face, “You know, hiding generally goes better if you're quiet; I would have wasted so much time looking for you outside, though.”
Zim growled and kicked at the hand around his ankle, but it only trapped him further; the human caught his other leg and then drew his body in so he could plant his face between Zim's legs again. Zim squirmed and growled, but he was glad that, for now, he wasn't being tortured by the human's watery mouth.
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