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Squishy Temptation	By : Nuraine Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3115 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Squishy Temptation
- 2-Bathroom Encounters
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Authors: Lee and Shifty
Rating: NC-17
Author Note: First CHAPTER! And, I, Lee, have edited it again. Because the first edit I did, wasn’t very good and I was half asleep at the time. Right now, I play ZIM and Shifty plays Dib. She’s been neglecting her computer for a while, so… I guess I’m in charge of this little author note.
Art Madness, the first chapter of Squishy Temptation, is completely innocent. We tried to make it as IN CHARACTER as possible. It’s kind of hard to do that with ZADR sometimes. I’m very sorry, no sex in this chapter. But, I can promise lots of crazy, kinky, gruesome things in the next one. I just need to finish editing it. Please enjoy and if you do not like ZADR, stop READING, RIGHT NOW. Don’t bash us. Much love, to all.

Squishy Temptation: Chapter One: Art Madness.

It was another day at Skool, everything was birds and bunnies! There was singing and dancing, everyone was just so damn happy! Teenage skool children played with their fellow classmates and humped each other with love. A few cars exploded, but besides that nothing could affect this bubbly-loved filled place! Yup, that's right. I mean absolutely NO-

"FILTHY HUMANS!!!!" A voice interrupted the happiness. A four foot tall green 'human' stomped down the pavement, holding a few notebooks on the side of his hip. He flailed them to and fro under his arms as he scoffed at the children around him. They were thrusting against each other and making horrible noises. It was really disgusting to him and he sighed, running a hand through his Elvis-like-hair. "Making squishy noises with each other...DISGUSTING! DISGUSTING I SAY!" He growled, shaking his fist into a making-out couple. Sadly, he was ignored.

And down the hormone-ridden hallway of chatter-y, grind-y humans entered THE DIB! Backpack held firmly over his shoulder he trotted his usual path past the others down a hall he himself was already familiar with. Sharp amber eyes had already been nailed onto his target—Zim… Today! Today he told himself he’d do something… Something that was GREAT and AMAZING and full of ZIM-STOPPING goodness—A thought which was interrupted by a pair of pants to the face, hindering his bee-line for the alien… Grumbling he grabbed the item of clothing and threw it back. “Oh COME ON! You’re in SKOOL. Can’t you at least go to the BATHROOM or something?!” And, as expected, the only reply was the same pair of pants smacked back on top of his head… His mighty little mood now temporarily extinguished, he stomped over to Zim, pants dangling from his head as he glared at his enemy. “… Zim.”

Zim whirled around, hearing a familiar voice. It just gave him chills thinking about the very person that tried to hunt him down everyday. He inhaled, holding his breath to give a very death-like glare to the other 'human.' He saw him, standing there! Oh, how horrible it was. He almost whimpered as if he had been struck by something, but then he saw...an article of clothing on Dib's large head. His lips twitched, as he slapped his hand to his mouth to cover his insane snickering. "Human's wear PANTS on their LEGS, DIB-STINK! Didn't your parental-unit teach you how to dress!?" He violently pointed at the Dib's head, poking it with the tip of his finger very harshly causing him to stumble. He smirked he loved giving the human hell. Life was so much funnier on the horrible planet called earth when the Dib-human was in distress.

Dib only lifted his eyes to glance at a pant leg dangling at the side of his head as Zim prodded at it, staggering slightly. He sighed, his eyes narrowing more intently at the other, as he smacked aside his hand. He reached up, hand shaking a bit before he grabbed them and SMACKED them onto Zim’s face. Lord knows what could be on them. “I KNOW that, you JERK. At least I also know that humans are supposed to have NOSES… and EARS… and…STUFF.”

He screamed, stumbling backwards and flailing his arms around to move the pants away from his face. "AHH! STUPID-HUMAN-FILTH-BEAST! You dare kill Zim with diseased PANTS?! CURES YOOUU!!" He squealed, trying to move farther away. He touched his face with both of his palms, moving them to make sure everything was intact and there was no 'juices' covering his beautiful frail skin. Satisfied, he pounded his fist on his hips and glared, "ZIM KNOWS HUMANS ARE SUPPOSE TO HAVE EARS! You IDIOT! SKIN CONDITION! GET THAT IN YOUR BIG HEAD ALREADY!" He growled people were stopping their face-sucking to look at them.

Dib sniggered a bit, smirking with satisfaction with the panicked response he got from his last brilliant attack… Soon enough he just snorted, arms folding smugly over his chest as he squinted an eye. “Who are you calling an idiot, HUH?! You think you could improve your disguise a little MORE over the years, but nooo.” Dib smirked once more, his voice loud to purposely attract more attention as he always did… Well… People had to be looking in case he actually got something convincing to happen!

Zim opened his mouth to yell something at the HORRIBLE human, but he was quickly interrupted by the school bell. It ringed through his antennas and he covered his wig of an 'attempt' to block out the noise. It didn't help much and he began to squeal, "CURSE YOU HUMAN SCHOOL BELL! HURTING ZIM'S PRECIOUS AN-" He blinked before coughing and shutting his mouth quickly.

“Precious WHAT…? Those precious ANTENNAE?! Huh…? HUH?!” Dib leaned forward, eye-to-eye with the Invader, regardless of any personal space whatsoever. That grin just streeeetched… He had until the last bell to continue his tormenting. And he savored every second of it.

Zim stumbled backwards, "OH! LOOK! THE SCHOOL BELL RANG!" He turned around, running towards the school and opening the doors to the hall, trying to get as far away as possible from the tormenting human. "BYE-HORRIBLE-BIG-HEADED-DIB!" He squealed as he dashed through the halls, searching for his class number.

Wide eyes blinked bewilderedly as Dib remained in his leaned-over place, a finger still lifted pointed as he stared after Zim as he skittered on off. He sighed heavily, just letting his arms drop to dangle.... He glanced around at some of the other kids staring at him in that 'You're crazy' manner he had grown so accustomed to. Dib scowled, just looking down at his schedule once more before cramming his hands into his pockets and heading inside to find his first class.

Zim ran into room 234, it was some type of 'art-class.' Whatever that was... he sat down far away from all of the humans at the back of the room. The tables were long big rectangles made out of wood and full of black marks. It seems humans didn't know how to write on their papers, he shook his head. The room was all grey and full of all kinds of tools that he didn't recognize. There were tons of barrels hanging from shelves and he sighed. He sighted the teacher at the desk near the door it was a long lengthy blonde women with a very large grin on her face. Zim twitched, thinking... 'Scary...'

The teacher's name was Ms. Wildred, she walked around. Looking at the students up and down, trying to see who was a trouble-maker or not. Her eyes narrowed at Zim's way, seeing right away that this 'child' was going to cause her trouble. Yup, she can always tell; with his 'strange' clothing and horrible trendy hair. Yes, he was the one! She would keep her eye close on him...

A few of the other kids in the class squealed and jittered with others they were sitting near. So....chatty….so annoying…. But soon enough another student entered—another large headed student. Dib sighed as he pushed the door open. He was never enthusiastic about the first days of a new school year… He didn’t even bother to take a good look around. He merely padded his way over to an empty table more so near the front, dragging his backpack along.

Zim sighed, hearing the bell scream into his antennas again and he yelped. His palms quickly slapping onto his wig again, after a few horrible moments it finally ended. But, Zim's nightmare had just gotten worse. His eyes popped open as he saw the big-headed-boy with that horrible hair-cut-like-scythe-thing. He twitched, "DIB-HUUUMAN?" He squealed, looking fearfully at the back of his head that was all the way across the room. He couldn't believe it! He shared a class with him!? WHY?!

Ms. Wildred shot a glare at Zim, "NO TALKING! The bell has RUNG!" She growled, pointing a boney finger towards Zim's way. "Do you understand me? That goes for all of you! ONCE the bell has RUNG, you will sit QUIETLY in your seats until I instruct you to do something! Understand?! UNDERSTAND!?" She moved her head around violently, looking for other students to challenger her.

Dib cried out in surprise, TOPPLING over from his attempt to sit... He was about to yell his own sharp retort right back-- but was soon enough cut off by the teacher's screeching. He blinked. Bewildered and surprised... Dib rolled out of his slightly upside-down position back onto his feet. He fixed a suitable leer back at Zim, bottom lip poking out exaggeratedly.

Without a word he turned sharply, and dropped limply into his seat... He pushed aside the protests of familiar children that buzzed all around him like... whiney STATIC. Zim wasn't the only one discouraged to have a class with him... And of course, said alien was the one other person in there he wouldn't stop turning to shoot a fresh glare at... PERFECT! A class with ZIM…! Now that it was even a possibility, he vaguely wondered how many they would have together.

The art teacher, Ms. Wildred began passing out sketch books and pencils, she talked as she walked around. "Now, these will be your seats for the rest of the year. So, either MOVE now or STAY seated. If you talk in your seat, I will move you to a better place that WILL keep you quiet."

Zim was handed his sketch book, he looked at the strange drawing on the front and he glared at it. He gritted his teeth, taking the pencil that was next to it. He looked at the Dib with horrible hatred and whispered to himself, "StUPid-HuMaN! Ruining Zim's hiding plan for world DeStrUcTion!" He groaned, biting onto the eraser of his pencil. He started violently shaking and he just saw the STUPID human's head MOCKING him. This was all driving him nuts! He wanted...to...to...kill him now! Right here! Then he would kill the rest of the class! BLOW THEM UP! He'd put a bunch of explosives in GIR and set him off in the school. Yes, that was his plan!

He quickly shot up, standing up from his seat. The teacher and everyone around staring at him as well, expecting a long meaningful speech. But instead, Zim grabbed his pencil and putting it in front of his face. He took his two thumbs and broke it in the middle. "YOU WILLL PAAAAY, DIIIIIB!" He growled out and charged him, holding the sketchbook in one hand and the broken half pencil in the other. In the background the teacher gasped horrified that her 'expensive' pencil was just destroyed. But Zim flew at Dib, pouncing on him and slapping the sketchbook across his 'big-head.' "TAKE THAT! YOU HORRIBLE GLARING MOCKING HUMAN!"

“NYEEAAHHHH!!!” Dib didn’t even have the chance to evade the attack before he found himself being bludgeoned with his enemy’s sketchbook. His head lolled to the side, slightly cross-eyed for a moment as he tried to comprehend just what the hell was going on. Dib shook his head sharply to recover from the blow, before WAILING into action. He yelled out, grabbing wildly at the alien’s wrists before he pushed off to ROLL the two of them over. He fought to keep his place as he pinned Zim under him, eye twitching spastically…. “JEEZE Zim, what’s your problem, you JERK!?... Okay you know what…? YOU KNOW WHAT?” Dib grabbed for the sketchbook quickly, before giving the Irken’s green head a nice return THWACK. “How do you like it, huh…? HUH?!”

Zim screamed as he was being thrown onto the ground and the human was now on top of him. He looked up at him fearfully trying to blubber out something until he felt the horrible sting of the spiral's slapping him across the head. He growled in pain, struggling to move. He managed to get one hand free and he reached for the nearest thing he can get his hands on, Dib's-hair-scythe-thing, gripping the strands of hair into his palm and YANKING down hard. "FOOL! YOU DARE HIT ZIM WITH YOUR DEALTHY SKETCHBOOK!?"
There was a sharp yelp, his position contorting as his head went down with the tug. He struggled with a wince against the grip, trying to get out of his ass-in-da-air position… He grunted as he wailed his arms about, lifting them up-- “You BET I do you HORRIBLE SPACE MONSTER!!!” Dib reared, quickly bringing the item down for another mighty SMACK for the human race! Ohhh yes that felt good…

By now, Ms. Wildred was just about to call the school principle until she saw the kids ruining her beautiful sketchbooks by wacking each other with it! She quickly put her hand to her forehead and fell to the floor. "Oh-my,” passing out and fully unconscious.

The other kids in the room had scrambled from their seats, leaning on tables, standing on tip-toe and chanting the good old manta of “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Like a pack of rabid hyena or something.

Zim yelped, trying to dodge it but he managed to get his hand stuck under the sketchbook's blow as well. He groaned in pain and he began twitching. He hissed and all of his anger was starting to get the better of him as he reached for Dib's neck. Wrapping his claws around the pink flesh and throwing his head straight into wooden leg that belong to the big rectangle drawing table; repeating the same motion a few more times, before roughly taking his boot straight in between the human's crotch. "YOU ROTTEN LITTLE HUMAN! YOU WILL PAAAAYYY!!!!!" He echoed.

Dib flailed madly, crying out as his head made contact with nice hard WOOD. A sharp yelp came with each hit that sent waves of numbing pain one after the other through his body. “Ow—OW! GAH STOP—ARG!!” He thrashed more wildly—until BOOM- OH. Oh that was it… He froze solid for a second, eyes nearly bulging from his skull. “…Sh…. Shiiiiiit…” Dib slowly curled like a roily-poly, hands ducking between his legs. And he remained stuck like that.

There were cries of gasps all around them and Zim raised his fists in victory. He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. "And THAT, HUMAN. Is THAT." He scoffed, just waiting to see if the human would try and attack him now. A wide grin was across his green face as he watched the poor-sad-little-earth-monkey stay in his ball. It was kind of cute...in that weird wounded human way. The thought of a helpless human was almost like a dying a smeet, cute but horrible.

The only sound that followed the alien’s taunting was a high-pitched groan of pain. Dib shuddered, curling up a bit tighter as he waiting for his bits to stop screaming in agony… Something snapped in the back of his head… Ohhh… As soon as he could feel his legs again he’d get him… Stupid alien… Stupid, STUPID GREEN MONSTER…! Some of the kids giggled and chuckled, pointing little…POINTY fingers in Dib’s general direction as they chattered and chattered about the humor in this little scene.

"Stupid-Stinkin-Human!" He mocked, shaking his head from side to side with each word. Tsking him, shaking his index finger in front of him. "You should have learned to keep your BIG-head where it belongs! IDIOT!" He scoffed, he turned around. "NOW! I must leave to do my BUSINESS else where." Zim had meant the bathroom, he was going to call GIR and go on with his plan. Yup, this one would work for sure! He moved towards the exit and down the hall, looking for the 'boys' bathroom.

Dib hacked a bit before gasping in a long, much-needed breath… An eye squinted slowly, gazing after Zim as he exited the room... {Business…?} He huffed a couple breaths, trying to get his bearings… It took a couple tries, but he finally uncurled himself, and used the art table beside him to HEAVE himself to his feet. Lanky legs wobbled as he tried to keep himself upright, staggering back a bit, before moving to tromp forward in pursuit. “No, don’t let him! He’s going to do horrible things in there…! HORRIBLE THINGS!”

It can go without saying that the children in the room were left…. Wondering… Wondering and picturing such…Horrible things.
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