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Dib and Gaz	By : gothickun Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 15134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU, A GOD!)

Dib and Gaz (eight chapter)

Zim observed the pile of bodies at his feet. The white coats, the glasses, the pen protectors, all in disarray. His talon was dripping wet with blood and his own bodily fluids. The knife in his hands was drenched in blood as well. Half the team had to die, the rest had to become hosts to the worm now in their bellies. Those unlucky to be spared would die when the worm reached maturity.

~*~*~

Professor Membrane held her assistant down on the floor. His hands placed on her hair and neck. His smile was deviant and his clothes messy with the humans’ lives. His was the charge of rape and death--his own worm not yet mature. The flesh entered her forcefully and elicited the cries of pain. The pens stuck to the assistant’s legs made it impossible to restrain him, and helplessly flopped to the sides as he forced himself on her. He came inside her and forced his hands on her throat for three excruciatingly long minutes. And as her body convulsed as the breath in her slowed to a slow vibration, the smile in Professor Membrane’s face grew all the more vivid. She died, with the seed of a dead man inside her.

~*~*~

Zim sat in the Professor’s chair, twiddling with the knife in his hand. The Irken invader found favor in the primitive weapon. He started scrapping the dead layer of ashened skin from his hands.

“My task is done.” Said Membrane.

“Good!” Said Zim, “See to it that the ones alive are incubating.”

And with a shuffle and a step, Professor Membrane walked away from his office to regulate the temperature of the hosts. The infiltration was far from over.

~*~*~

The minutes flew by unbeknownst to either Dib or Gaz. She straddled him on the couch, grinding her pelvis against his every so often. Her hand on his mouth did not retract, and he did not attempt to move it. He felt good, and didn’t care how it happened. His cock was straining to cover more ground, and grind more cunt. Gaz closed her eyes with every grind, every thrust, getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She laid her face against his shoulder as she felt her body give way to the wave of pleasure. Her clit ached, and her hand reached for it, and Dib’s hand grabbed at her hip hard.

He thrust hard as he could inside her, and came. Gaz frigged her clit and screamed into his ear. Her hand pushed hard against his mouth.

~*~*~

The Professor made his way to the security room, his own coat discarded along the way. He held the knife with a vice-like grip and grinned as he made his way to the video room.
The blood was hidden, but the stench could not be washed away. The stink of death permeated the hallway and signaled the bad things to come.

He opened the door and found the two security guard, one fat man and a skinny youngster. He made his way to the skinny man and slit his throat in one smooth motion. The fat man stumbled out of his seat and fumbled the gun out of its holster before being impaled by the thrown knife against his throat. Both bodies were dragged to the lab.

~*~*~

Zim made his way to the maintenance room through the A/C ducts. His backpack had been destroyed years earlier, but he could still jump long distances. His nimble body made it possible to run inside the ducts and arrived there in no time at all. Five custodians and three technicians were still in their shift. Zim had to act fast, and catch everyone by surprise. He walked further away and landed in the maintenance room’s bathroom, which was occupied by a male technician. His first victim, Zim landed on top of him and shoved his talon down his mouth, breaking through the back of his throat and gagging the dying man.

~*~*~

Dib and Gaz rested in the couch after their fuck. Gaz’s naked body glistened with sweat and moved not at all. Dib, removing the condom from his cock, got up and made his way into the kitchen, threw the condom away, and poured himself a glass of water. His cock was hanging out and drying. He scratched his mound above his cock and sighed. He made his way back to the living room where he saw a sleeping Gaz.

“Hey Gaz,” he gently shoved her body, “you not going to school?”

She opened her eyes and gave Dib a look of annoyance.

“It‘s Saturday, stupid.”

Dib grabbed a piece of paper from the coffee table and held it up for Gaz to see.

“This says you got Saturday school today.”

Gaz took the paper and ripped it up. Dib just looked at her as she fell back asleep on the couch and got up. He stood there for a good second and left for his room.

“Stupid Dib and his self-righteous manner, goody-two-shoes.” She mumbled as her eyes fluttered opened and fell asleep

~*~*~

Dib opened his book bag, took two books out and opened one of them. He started reading from a chapter and taking notes. His professor might be impressed with the extra research he was putting into his paper. He thought he might just be first in his class. His paper, was about the appearance of Zim. His first encounter with the invader and the subsequent battles thereafter. He had more than enough proof that there had really been an invader. But he couldn’t prove where he was. After the pulse, Zim disappeared, never heard from again. All his data and evidence might just be chalked up as manufactured, fake, non-existent. He had newspaper clippings of sightings, recordings, and even photography of what looked like Zim, but none could be proven as factual. For every piece of hard evidence, there were fictional stories of that same photo, sighting, recording. Dib had made it his mission to sift through the trash to find the gold.

To capture Zim and gain glory in the paranormal studies field.

~*~*~

Zim moved through what shadow there was. After killing the bathroom man, he slowly opened the door and stepped lightly outside to make his way to the rest. His victims were all engaged in their work and spread out. A difficult endeavor already, he had to be swift and precise. The female technicians looked promising, he’d make them his hosts.

Knives, glistening against the phosphorescent light, flew through the air and landed on the back of two maintenance monkeys. They landed hard against the floor and got the attention of the rest of the maintenance crew. Two more knifes landed on the chest of the maintenance monkeys and the last one saw his assailant up close and personal before a knife went clean through his mouth and out the back of his head.

The male technician was the first to appear in the scene of the bloody massacre. The sight of all that blood and dead bodies sent him through shock. He fell against the hard floor and pushed with his hands against the floor to get away. Zim flew at him and shoved his talon into his chest and pumped him with his Irken seed, Zim’s hand covering the technician’s mouth.

“Shh.” said Zim and the technician was lost to the invader seed inside him.

~*~*~

The two female technicians were working in the computer room just south of the massacre. One was wearing headphones and the other focused intently on her job. Sifting through wires as she made her daily upkeep of the servers, she heard the noises that were coming from behind her just barely.

“Sheila, did you hear that?” She asked before turning her head at her friend.

“Sheila? What the…” She tapped her friend and got her attention. “Take those off. You can‘t hear a thing with them on!”

“Oh, stuff it Amy.” She said. “What‘s got your panties in a bunch?”

“I heard something strange coming from the main room.”

“Probably just the boys acting up again. Pranks aren‘t below them, you know.”

Amy looked at her friend seriously. “It wasn‘t that kind of noise.”

“Alright, keep working, I‘ll go see what‘s up.”

Amy returned to her work as she paid no mind to her friend walking away. She concentrated again on the wires before her and noted the appearance of each individual data wire and its cleanliness. She then turned hard when she heard a loud thump.

“Sheila?” She asked as she walked to the main room.

~*~*~

Zim pumped the female technician full of his Irken seed as soon as he saw her. She fell to the floor hard and broke the back of her skull. She was barely alive as her blood oozed from the back of her head along with smashed brain matter. The other female technician walked into the room and slipped on her friend’s blood and fell on her ass. Zim looked at her as he was finishing seeding the host and smiled. She looked horrified and placed her hand to her mouth, covered in blood, and screamed as hard as she could--her face now covered in blood and brain matter.

She tried to get up and turn, but landed on her knees. She crawled again from there and made it into the computer room. Zim’s hand landed on her pants and ripped them hard, squeezing her hips as the material gave way against her body. Her panties in full view, Zim ripped those as well and placed himself directly behind her. His talon, still hard and throbbing, thrust hard against her ass and tore at the skin between her sphincter and her cunt. She screamed in pain as she was penetrated by the alien’s talon and cried as she was stopped from advancing her retreat. She sobbed uncontrollably as she felt the strange fluid enter her body. Her raped body could not cope with the sensation and fell against the floor. Her pussy was ruined. Her ass had been shattered. She wondered how she could ever have children now. She wondered how she might enjoy sex. She wondered in vain; she would no longer be alive.

~*~*~

Gaz woke up an hour later, naked and on the couch, hungry for sex. Her cunt twitched for more, her belly hungered for more, her whole body clamored for more. She got up and walked to Dib’s room. She opened his door and found him at his desk, writing and listening intently to his headphones. He had not heard her enter. She walked behind him and placed her hand on his crotch. He jolted when he saw and felt her hand on his cock and removed his headphones.

“Get on the bed now!” She whispered into his ear.

He got up and walked to his bed. She walked to the door and closed it. She locked it before walking back to bed.

~*~*~

(EnPassant: This is the end of this chapter. God! It took me what, a year and a half to finally write this chapter? So sorry for those waiting for an update. I assure you, I am not dead. I could not get into the writing mood for so long. I had a girlfriend who was a prude, had a child with her, then she left with him. It‘s been a couple of weeks since they‘ve left and I just got to writing this. I scrapped the backdrop story to the Pulse for two reason 1: read Cell and 2: could not get into the logic of it. So now I‘ll just throw in an explanation of it every now and then. Next up, the incubation and death of Professor Membrane!)
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