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Petting Doom	By : FairySlayer Category: +G through L > Invader Zim Views: 6129 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Petting Doom
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 6
- 7
FADE IN
CLOSE UP of Zim, out of disguise and in his laboratory, hooking some wires to the inside of Gir's head.
SLOW ZOOM OUT
Gir is lying on a workbench with several metal cables and tubes sticking into his body from many directions.
ZIM: That should do it. Computer, begin repairs!
COMPUTER: Beginning repairs.
ZIM: How long will it take?
COMPUTER: It should take approximately... uh, I don't really know. Gir's unique internal configuration and extremely-fuzzy-logic programming make it difficult to ascertain his actual condition, never mind determine a referential baseline operational status.
ZIM: Huh?
COMPUTER: Gir's weird.
ZIM (nodding, mumbling): Well, yeah..
COMPUTER: However, his memory disk does not appear to be damaged.
ZIM: Excellent! I shall see what horrible, vile things the Dib did to him. Show me, show me!
Zim grabs a can of (Irken) Poop cola and opens it while straddling his lab chair. A large screen lowers and lights up as Zim takes a sip. He notices his new coffee table is still there, so he leans over and puts his can down on it. A glowing blue square lights up underneath the drink to act as a coaster and keep it cold.
ZIM (smiling): Well, even though I have Gir back, I guess you're still a little useful to me after all.
Zim's attention returns to the screen as playback starts. The clip of Gaz taking the rest of her clothes off appears, from Gir's point of view. Zim listens intently as Gir demands to examine her naked body.
ZIM (beaming): So Gir was responsible for removing their outer layers? Impressive! Of course, he gets it from being around me, Zim!
ZOOM IN: The video has an extreme close-up of Gaz spreading her lower lips and revealing the moist pink insides of her chubby slit.
GAZ (video): ...it's how we make boys do what we want.
Zim watches with interest as the video shows Gir's hands starting to examine the young girl's pussy, and all sorts of additional data is displayed around the center of action as their discussion is played back. Being quite excited, Zim talks over part of it.
ZIM: Way to go, Gir! You got right to her secret mind-control device and studied it thoroughly! What did you learn?
GIR (video, voice): I like wieners...
CUT TO: Suddenly disappointed, Zim sighs and hits the fast-forward button on his panel, flipping to a scene of Gaz desperately attempting to eat something off of Dib's lap.
ZIM (sighing): Well, at least this data will give me a complete and total understanding of Earthenoid females and how they think. After all, they can't be too complicated.
CUT TO: Zim's head from behind as the video plays.
He speeds the tape forward again, jumping to a scene with the inside of Dib and Gaz's home spinning and whizzing by rapidly until it all stops with a loud crashing noise.
GIR (video, voice): Yay! That was awesome!
ZOOM IN to the screen. Now there's a sideways view of the living room from the floor as an enraged, naked Gaz stomps towards him with gritted teeth.
GAZ (video): If you're gonna hit me, make sure it's hard enough so I don't hit you back!
The picture just starts to right itself when a close-up of her foot goes straight into the camera, sending everything spinning for a few moments before crashing again. Now, there's an upside down view of Gaz, hunched forward and arms straight down with clenched fists. Her skin is bright red as she stands there, nearly hyperventilating. Dib casually walks into view while talking on his cell phone. He picks up his overcoat off the floor and drapes it over the arm of the couch, ignoring the carnage and its aftermath. Gaz angrily turns to face him.
GAZ (video): What, are you calling for someone to save him?
DIB (video, shrugging): Oh, no. I just ordered Bloatey's pizza to celebrate my destroying... uh, (nervous laughter) I mean, to thank you for destroying Zim's evil robot.
Flushed with fresh violence and the promise of Bloatey's, Gaz suddenly shoves Dib backwards. The cell phone flies out of his hand and his limbs flail wildly before he lands upright on the couch. Gaz charges at him and, before his legs have settled, yanks his pants off in one motion. Then she grips his penis with one hand, shaking it with each syllable that she grunts out:
GAZ (video): This is mine! It will pleasure me now!
DIB (video, from shocked to ecstatic): Okay!
Gaz quickly kneels down, eliciting a huge smile from her expectant brother. However, he's quickly disappointed when her head slides below the quite-stiff Dib Junior and she gets the game controllers from the floor. Then she turns around, her back to Dib, and stretches her right leg up behind her. After giving both Dib and Gir's head a fantastic yet fleeting shot of her spread pussy and ass, her feet are on either side of her enthralled brother and she's squatting down over his lap. She shoves the controller into Dib's hand and then grips hers with both hands. As the game begins, she slowly works herself down onto her brother's little friend.
CUT TO a front view of Zim.
Zim sits perfectly still, staring at the monitor with his mouth open as the sounds of grunts and moans emanate from it. Without taking his attention away for even a moment, he very-slowly slides his right hand to his inner thigh, remembering that one little girl's earlier ministrations. His breathing becomes deep and deliberate.
CUT TO a view of the lab from Zim's right side. All of a sudden, a flash of green light explodes in front of him with a loud zap. Standing there now is TAK, the female Irken invader-wannabe who blames Zim for all of her failures. She's holding a humongous blaster, aiming it right at his face from less than a few feet away. She speaks with a planet Dirt accent, which just happens to sound exactly like an Australian accent.
TAK: Don't move, Zim!
Though his hands are motionless, he sways to his left side and looks around her to watch the continuing Gaz-on-Dib action, completely ignoring this immediate threat.
TAK: I said don't move!
She steps to her right to stay in front of his gaze, but he immediately sways to his right and puts a finger to his lips, never taking his eyes off of the screen.
ZIM (softly): Shhhh!
Tak shifts back even farther to Zim's right and growls. Still mesmerized by the hot brother and sister action, Zim points at the monitor behind her. Tak cocks the weapon, making it hum loudly for a moment.
TAK: There's no way I'm falling for that one, Zim! This time, my only purpose is to put you out of my misery once and for all. Then, I'll...
As Zim slowly lowers his hand, still never looking away from Gaz riding up and down on his mortal enemy's meaty appendage, he flicks a button on his panel and immediately holds his hand out towards the coffee table, expecting it to return the can in his hand. However, two glowing red eyes suddenly appear on the MØRØN and it jumps up on its end, propelling the soda can so hard that it knocks the blaster from Tak's grip. Then, the table shoots forward and smashes flat against her back and PAK, stunning her on impact. Four cuffs instantly materialize on its surface, pinning the female by her wrists and ankles to render her completely helpless. Still upright, it slides back to Zim's right and turns so that its prisoner faces Zim, who once again has an unobstructed view of the screen. Tak shrieks in horror when she finds herself trapped spread-eagle.
TAK: What? How dare you, Zim! Let me go right now!
Tak struggles and strains violently against the MØRØN but to no avail. Meanwhile, Zim keeps watching the video as Dib licks and playfully bites his little sister's shoulder and she rocks back and forth on her knees. Her young pussy puckers a little when she lifts off her very-loving brother's slick cock, only to be pressed back into her as she slowly lowers herself back down. At that point in the playback, the pizza girl has just arrived, stalling the action as Dib gets up and Gaz has lied back on the couch, fidgeting. Zim's head turns from the lack of action on screen and looks at the red-faced, agitated, and completely vulnerable Irken female, whose agitated demeanor closely resembles Dib's little sister's.
TAK (still sputtering): I was just gonna kill you quickly, but now... now I'm going to make you suffer!
Zim glances back at the screen, seeing the part where he has arrived to rescue Gir, so he presses the stop button. He slides off his seat and turns to Tak with a big smile while adjusting some odd tightness in his pants. Then the little alien slowly approaches his powerless captive, wide-eyed as if in a trance.
TAK (screeching and panicking): ZIIIIIIM!
Zim stands with his chest inches from hers as she thrashes desperately, furiously shaking her head from side to side. Both of his hands reach up and grab her on either side of her mouth, holding her face straight at his while calming her enough to stop her tantrum. For several moments, they stare into each others' huge eyes, breathing heavily. Soon, Zim begins to stroke her cheeks and head affectionately.
ZIM (panting): Invader Tak, I'm so glad you're here! You can help me investigate some strange Earthenoid behavior that, through a very cunning and brilliant scheme, I have just discovered.
TAK: Look, Zim, I'm only here to kill you, and resisting only makes it worse for yourself.
The enraptured Irken smoothes one hand over the top of Tak's head, taking her left antennae between his fingers and slowly drawing it out straight to her side. He takes his time and then, once at the tip, lets it snap back into a curl. His prisoner shudders and gasps, closing her eyes momentarily. When she opens them again, her breathing relaxes and she looks at Zim longingly.
ZIM (whispering): To start with, these creatures seem fixated on many different forms of mouthular contact, the most common being...
With an expression somewhere between fear and hunger, Tak scrunches her lips as Zim leans in and opens his turtle-like mouth around hers. While still caressing her face and head, he squeezes his lips around hers before pressing his tongue against them. Unexpectedly, she opens her mouth and eagerly takes in his soft, warm organ and kisses him back vigorously. Zim's body leans into hers as her eyes close and he continues to probe the inside of her pretty mouth. She even leans forward, pushing her mouth into his face. Zim immediately guides her head to her left and begins kissing and licking her cheek and neck before working his way up.
Standing on tippy-toes, he takes the base of her right antenna just into his mouth, hooking and running the tip of his tongue around it as he slowly stretches the curly appendage once again. However, he keeps his mouth pressed against her head the whole time as works it down the side of her face. In this manner, he slowly straightens it down all the way to her neck before the tip escapes and it instantly curls up again, drawing a delighted whimper from the female.
TAK (whispering): I'm still going to destroy you, Zim. I'm just ...
Zim repeats the antenna job on her left side, making her moan and bite her lower lip. This time, after releasing her feeler, he lowers himself onto his knees and reaches up under her shirt.
TAK: ...just allowing you to give me this intelligence so that I can complete the mission after I tear you apart with my bare...
She gasps as he sticks his head under her top and begins nuzzling and licking her taut belly. His greedy hands rise up to grasp at her perky Irken boobs.
TAK (gasping): ...breasts!
Unable to bear the tightness in his pants any longer, Zim reaches down and pushes them to his knees, freeing his growing appendage before struggling to get his pants all the way off. In the process, he falls into Tak and his head is trapped under her shirt. He starts flailing around, tickling his victim with is antennae and making her laugh uncontrollably. She writhes and shakes while trying to hit him with her knees, but she can't bend them far enough to do anything other than jostle his body against her even more.
TAK (laughing): Stop it, Zim! Just stop it now! This isn't funny!
Finally, Zim squeezes his forearms against her hips and steadies himself before forcefully kicking his pants off of his ankles. No longer being tickled, she stops resisting and he finds his face is right against her groin.
TAK (recovering instantly): I mean, hurry up and continue with your presentation. I should have been disposing of your carcass by now.
There's an unusual though not at all unpleasant scent making his own antennae twitch. Now curious, he grips her tights and slowly pulls them down to her hips, revealing her ample green mound. A faint trace of confusion appears on Tak's face as Zim's warm breath sends chills through her nether regions. Zim moves his head into her slit, nuzzling it with his upper lip and face.
TAK (concerned): If this is some strange new form of torture you've invented, it's not very good, Zim. It doesn't hurt one bit and is only slightly disorienting...
ZIM: Then there's mouthular to groinal stimulation, which appears to render the recipient human completely helpless.
Closing his eyes, Zim carefully squeezes his lips over the front of her vulva several times, working down about half its length. Then he slips his tongue out and tentatively licks between her soft folds while mouthing his way back up to the top. Powerful and unfamiliar sensations overwhelm the female warrior's body and she begins to shiver with anticipation; then, realizing her loss of control makes her tremble even more with fear. This shaking only makes Zim French kiss her cunny more feverishly, working all the way down between her legs. A slick moisture begins to ooze out of her, getting on her captor's chin and exciting him further.
TAK: Aaah, Zim! What are you doing to me?
ZIM (barely pausing): Uhm, demonstrating.
TAK: Stop it and release me this instant!
ZIM (between onslaughts): So you can kill me? (more slurping) Heh, I'm not a moron.
Just then, the table's giant red eyes fade and the restraints disappear. Tak is surprised to find herself standing there, free, while the oblivious Zim kneels before her, thoroughly preoccupied in her snatch. In a daze, Zim suddenly raises his head and darts his eyes back and forth.
ZIM: Huh? What was that?
Tak quickly throws her arms back up against the table before he can notice. Not realizing that he'd just deactivated the table, Zim quickly shrugs and returns his face to her love zone. An evil grin appears on Tak's flushed face and she slowly moves her hands down to strangle the unsuspecting creature who keeps ruining her life. Shoving his tongue against her crease much harder now, Zim slurps up all of the wet goodness and presses his fingers against the outer lips, squeezing his tongue between them as he mercilessly laps her up.
When her clenched hands are just above his clueless head, Tak is interrupted by her own moaning and gasping as her insides begin to tighten and tingle. Instead, she suddenly pulls off her own shirt and tosses it away. She stats petting and guiding Zim as he fails to either notice or care that she's now free.
Tak lowers herself slowly, making sure Zim's mouth never loses touch with her love muffin, until she's sitting on her heels and Zim is on his hands and knees in front of her. She briefly pushes her hips forward before sliding her tights down to her ankles and off of her feet, one at a time. Zim lifts one hand off the floor and circles a finger around inside the entrance to her vestigial baby hole.
Then she bends over her busy fellow not-quite-invader, lays her hands flat against his buttocks and starts kneading and squeezing them for a few moments. Pressing her hands into his skin, she slides them up his back, catching his shirt with her thumbs and bringing it up over his head as he continues to suckle and finger her most intimate parts. She guides him up, breaking his contact with her and making him get on his knees, right between her thighs, as she pulls his shirt off over his head. After tossing it aside, she immediately grips both sides of his head firmly and begins to kiss him on the mouth, much harder than he had done to her earlier.
He instinctively kisses her back as best he can while sliding his hands down over her shoulders, sides, and then up to her firm little tits. She nearly sucks his tongue out of his mouth while eagerly petting and gripping all over his head and neck. As his hands roughly fondle her chest, she clasps his right antenna tightly between two fingers, slowly drawing it back while nearly pulling it out of his head. Her former subjugator breaks the kiss with a loud grunt, wincing in an intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure.
TAK (breathless): Oh, Zim! What comes next in this bizarre Earthenoid ritual?
Zim reaches up and delicately takes her wrists in his hand, guiding her arms and back against the table again.
ZIM (panting): Remember all those times you assaulted me with meat? Apparently, I'm about to do something very similar to you.
TAK (suddenly panicking): Zim, no...!
ZIM: MØRØN! Lay back!
TAK (angry): What did you just call me?
The Space-Swedish table suddenly comes to life again, cuffing Tak and pulling both her and Zim up across its surface while simultaneously leaning back down onto its legs, like a coffee table again, leaving Zim lying on top of his would-be murderer.
ZIM (plainly): I was talking to the table.
TAK (thinking, then smirking): Oh, so you finally made a friend whose intelligence is only slightly above yours?
Upon settling, the cuffs disappear and the furniture's surface softens a little, denting slightly under their combined weight. Her hands still being held in back of her head, Tak feels the hot tip of Zim's tool pressing against her moist lower lips.
ZIM: What!? How dare you...
TAK (lifting her head up): Shut up and kiss me!
ZIM: Okay, mmm!
Her mouth hits his and the two trade open-mouthed kisses. Zim releases his grip on her wrists and props himself up on his elbows, sliding one hand under her head to guide her. His other hand moves up to her shoulder while Tak reaches her arms around his head and back, gently pulling his naked body down onto hers just a little harder. Zim draws his kisses from her mouth to her cheek, neck, and down to her breasts. He grips one with his hand and stabs the tip of his tongue into her puffy, hardened nipple before squeezing most of it into his mouth. Uncontrollable moans of pleasure escape Tak's mouth and she wraps her legs around Zim, rubbing the insides of her thighs against his hips while stroking his back and buttocks with her feet.
Zim and Tak are so enraptured in each other's bodies that the don't notice the large monitor light up. The Almighty Tallest Red and Almighty Tallest Purple appear on the screen, snacking and chatting with each other so much that they don't realize that they're connected. Behind them, several other Irkens stand around the bridge of The Massive, chatting and doing various tasks, but they all freeze instantly when they see the video feed of Zim and Tak going at it.
RED: With that new mega blaster we gave her, he'll be in a billion pieces by now.
PURPLE (chuckling): Yeah. Hey, do you think he cried before she blasted him?
RED: Oh, man, that would be so funny!
PURPLE (laughing): Darn! We should have had her record it.
Red notices that their screen is on and he taps Purple on the shoulder to get his attention. Red looks on in shock at the scene in Zim's lab, but Purple just spreads his arms and begins yapping triumphantly without even looking.
PURPLE: Congratulations on your promotion, Invader Tak! How do you like conquering Earth so far?
Red grabs Purple's robe collar to get his attention, forgetting to let go once Purple sees what's happening: Zim is sucking one of Tak's breasts while fondling the other, and Tak's dripping vulva is spread wide to their view as it moves up and down with her motions, just inches away from Zim's long, vein-covered stiffy.
RED: Oh, uh, hi, Invader Zim. We didn't expect you to be, uh...
PURPLE (dazed): Alive?
Red shoots Purple a nasty look. Tak and Zim pay no attention to their audience and continue stroking, sucking, and biting each other passionately.
PURPLE (nervous laughter): So, buddy, how are you?
RED (awkwardly): Hey! I see that MØRØN's working out for you...
TAK (shouting over the noise): Invader Zim! I think it's time for operation Impending Penetration!
Tak spreads her legs wide in the air lowers his hands to his buttocks, gripping them so tightly that her fingers leave impressions. Zim quickly slides his little invader up against Tak's moist, gaping wormhole. Slowly, he runs it up her slit so that the underside of his head massages her clit and the base of his shaft teases her desperate opening. Whimpering, Tak arches her back and writhes, rubbing her hardened nipples against his hairless chest.
CUT TO:
On the bridge, Red starts to gently claw at Purple's collar and then starts pawing his chest. Purple's hand comes up over his colleague's hands and starts caressing them, gradually working one up to Red's wrist and arm.
ANNOUNCER (voice, disappointed): Well, we were supposed to be bringing you the official announcement of Invader Zim's untimely demise, but apparently the news of his death is premature...
UNKNOWN IRKEN FEMALE (voice): Let's hope nothing else is premature today!
ANOTHER IRKEN FEMALE (voice): Whoo-hoo!
ANNOUNCER (voice, background): What's that? (pause) The Control Brains have told us to cut off the video feed from Zim's base and warn all of you not to try this at home. This has been a live special report from the bridge of The Massive brought to you by the Control Brains. (pause to prepare advertisement voice) Control Brains: Do what we say because you don't have a choice.
Red finally realizes that he and Purple are feeling each other's hands, so he breaks away in shock, leaving Purple looking a little hurt for a moment.
CUT TO:
Tak lifts her head and starts kissing and licking Zim's antennae while imploring him to go all the way. He responds by lifting himself on his left elbow, gripping her right upper arm with that hand and slowly straightening his knees to bring his face several inches above hers; in the meantime, his mighty weapon pushes part-way into her virgin pussy, straining against the throbbing yellow skin of her hymen and making her whine for him to complete the fleshy invasion.
RED (voice): Quickly! Find the three or four tallest females on board and bring them to our suite!
Zim slides his left hand all the way down her body, being sure to draw S curves across her belly and waist to tease her a little more. Backing his penis out of her for a moment, he wiggles one finger into her hole for a few seconds to get it very wet before guiding his shaft back into attack position. With a sly smile, he licks the back of his finger and then runs his tongue around his lips as she stares in amazement. Then he presses the fingertip to her lips and she immediately opens her mouth, sucking and kissing his tasty digit.
PURPLE (voice): And a few of the shortest!
RED (voice): Pfft, smeetophile!
PURPLE (voice, defensive): Am not! (meekly) I just like a little variety.
Simultaneously, Zim presses his finger deeper into Tak's mouth and pushes his prick just to her breaking point, making her eyes bulge at the unexpected dual intrusion. Quickly, she relaxes herself, allowing his finger to slide unhindered all the way into her throat as a sign that it's safe for Zim to storm and occupy her dark labyrinth.
RED (voice, snickering): That's why you like inspecting the incubation stations so much. Heh, when a new smeet hatches you're probably on its back before its PAK is.
PURPLE (voice, exasperated): Shut up.
As the light from the screen goes out, Tak bends her legs and presses her heels into Zim's bum cheeks, freeing her hands to grip his shoulders as she urges his body into hers. Zim withdraws his finger and carefully watches her panting, flushed face as he increases the pressure on his hips to slide forward. He bites his lower lip and snarls as her resistance tries to twist and break his sensitive tool, but Tak's intense groans and tightly-closed eyes tell him that he's close. With one brave thrust, his missile tears through her barrier, forcing the alien woman to scream with excitement as he grunts in relief and celebration. After quickly pushing himself all the way inside of her, he pauses to let her catch her breath. Soon, she opens her eyes and looks up at him with a smile, feeling one of his arms and stroking his face.
TAK (teasing): Is that all you got, Zim?
Zim's eyes go wide in determination and he begins pounding himself in and out of her love hole furiously. Tak's body shakes under Zim's frenzied attentions and her eyes roll back in her head.
ZIM (roaring): You have only begun to feel the mighty onslaught of Invader Zim!
Like a jackhammer running on caffeine, he rams himself in and out of her for several seconds before stopping deep inside to roll his hips, thoroughly massaging both the inside and outside of her love channel. Tak pulls their upper bodies closer together and holds on tightly, kissing and nibbling the side of his face between deep, hard breaths while he pants and nuzzles her cheeks. Again, he starts boring her hot zone with his drill bit over and over again.
Without warning, her hole starts squeezing his member hard, making him strain keep up his pumping motion, so he uses every ounce of energy to press his cock deep inside his most-passionate female foe. She screams as she loses all control of the muscles inside her, which experience painfully violent spasms for several moments before going totally relaxed, only to suddenly tense up all over again.
TAK (crying out): ZIIIIIIIIMMM!
The intense contraction on his manhood send Zim over the edge. With a loud grunt, he bites into her shoulder as his pipe unleashes a torrent of hot, sticky grayish-white cum into her waiting chasm. Its sudden warmth causes her vagina to lock tight around his rod and massage it slowly while her cervix descends upon its head, practically sucking it in time with the pulses of her powerful orgasm.
In an instant, Tak is overcome with an intense feeling of well-being and her body becomes totally relaxed, except for her vagina still being clamped tightly around Zim's rod. As his jets of hot semen subside, her breathing slows and she opens her eyes, seeing Zim with his mouth still on her shoulder. Despite feeling rather light-headed, she manages to wrap her arms around him and hugs him as tightly as she can, which is actually rather weakly.
Zim, feeling pretty good himself, lets go with his teeth and lifts his head. Upon seeing the mark he left, he quickly tries to smooth it with one hand; then, remembering something he'd heard Gaz say in Gir's memory disk, he kisses it to make it feel better and then gazes into her deep, dark eyes.
TAK (softly): I'm not sure, but I think you succeeded in reproducing the strange behavior perfectly. That was... amazing! (catching herself) Uhm, from a purely investigative standpoint, of course.
ZIM (breaking the mood): Yes! Victory is mine -- Zim's! I have succeeded in... uh, what did we just do?
TAK: I don't know. You said you knew what you were doing... (smiling) and I actually believe you for once.
ZIM: Computer! What were we doing, again?
COMPUTER (embarrassed): Well, uh, you see... How do I explain this? Let's just say that if Irken reproductive systems actually work after all these millennia, then Tak will carry and birth your smeet in about 235 days.
ZIM & TAK: WHAT!?
TAK (voice): Zim! How could you? Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you've done to mess up my life, this has got to be the worst! (pause, then happily) ...and yet the best. I'll actually have a son or daughter to help me get my revenge on you?
ZOOM OUT to see the scene on the large screen in Dib's otherwise dark bedroom. From below the covers, the top of Dib's head and his sleepy, unblinking eyes can be seen staring out at the screen as he's lying on his side.
DIB (to self): I guess Zim accidentally fixed the bug I put in Gir's head, too. Man, today has been so awesome!
COMPUTER (voice): It will be a female, actually, since Tak was on the bottom.
DIB: Oh, that's just a myth!
The covers seem to slide down of their own accord, revealing Gaz's head in front of her brother's bare chest. She's playing her Game Slave 2 and, but the way her bare shoulders move ever so slightly back and forth, she seems to be rocking herself slowly against her brother's lap. She doesn't take any of her intense concentration away from the game.
GAZ (disinterested): It's true for aliens.
DIB (rebuffing): No it isn't!
TAK (voice): Now, it's my turn to try that mouthular to groinal stimulation on you, Zim.
GAZ: How do you know?
DIB: It just doesn't make... Hey! You just admitted that Zim's an alien!
The covers seem to move a bit faster as Dib, in his excitement, starts matching Gaz's motions more intensely.
COMPUTER (voice): Repairs complete.
GAZ (smirking): No I didn't.
DIB: Yes you did!
His motions get faster and faster the more she denies it, and she closes her eyes while starting to breath more unsteadily.
GIR (voice): Oh, a wiener! *CHOMP!*
GAZ: Did not.
ZIM (voice, blood-curdling scream): You bent my super weapon!
TAK (voice, enraged): You stupid robot! I was using that!
The sound of the mega blaster charging is cut short as Dib flicks his screen off with his remote control. Immediately dropping it, he grabs Gaz's shoulders as they speed up even more, knocking the covers completely off to reveal their naked bodies as his erection slides in and out of Gaz messy snatch. Dib is basically spooning Gaz, though her right leg is up wrapped around his and her left foot is hooked under his left knee.
DIB: Yes you did! Am I gonna have to videotape us every time we do this to catch you again?
GAZ: Only if you also want to videotape me killing you.
Dib is quiet and looks quite upset, though he's moving even faster now.
GAZ: Besides, you'd end up using all your pizza money on blank tapes.
The floating monitor with the image of their father, live from his lab, suddenly pushes his bedroom door open and floats in.
MEMBRANE (video): There you two are!
His guilty children both look up at him in wide-eyed horror at this sudden intrusion. However, Membrane is barely looking into his monitor, only glancing occasionally as he does five other tasks simultaneously.
MEMBRANE (suddenly interested): Hey, son, I see you're studying female anatomy tonight. Don't forget to pay extra attention to the clitoris -- that's an all-too-common mistake!
The screen turns slightly, facing Gaz as she tries to surreptitiously keep working Dib's babymaker into her eager pussy while staring apprehensively at her father's image.
MEMBRANE: I'm so proud of you, Gaz, taking time to help your brother out with his research. (softly) Maybe, if you spend enough time with him, you can keep him from ending up in that "special happy place" I told you we might have to send him to someday.
The screen suddenly backs off and turns towards the door.
MEMBRANE: Anyway, I won't be home tonight, so you two kids just have fun. (the monitor turning back briefly) Order some pizza if you want.
The screen then leaves the two look at each other, relieved. On then does Dib realize what his sister was trying to tell him before they were interrupted. As a smile slowly returns to his face, Dib once again starts fucking his little sister in earnest as she continues playing her game.
FADE OUT
The End
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