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The Island Misadventures of Ben and Charmcaster	By : GrayNeko Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 59433 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Story Tags: Abuse, Anal, Angst, Dom, DP, Fingering, HJ, M/F, Minor1, Minor2, Oral, Rape, Violence, Xeno
Sometimes Ben Tennyson didn’t know if he was the luckiest kid on earth or the most cursed. On one hand he had the Omnitrix, an alien device that allowed him to transform into a variety of super powered aliens and have tons of fun being a hero, and on the other, on occasion, he was sucked into a magical vortex and spat out to strange and exotic places, as was the case at this very moment.
He couldn’t help the scream that escaped his eleven year old frame as he fell through the air while he frantically beat at the Omnitrix whose face plate was a blaring red color, meaning it needed time to recharge. He turned in the air to see exactly what he was going to smash into and almost cried with joy to see water below him. That joy didn’t last long as he hit the water and almost blacked out as it felt like slamming into a wall. He fought to get his head above water and nearly choked as he tried to swallow his first breath of air. After a few more panicked breaths he began treading water with some difficulty, his clothes and shoes were making it really hard. He slowly spun in a circle, looking for any place he could swim to and breathed out a sigh of relief to see he was actually in a small bay with a beach not too far away. He began struggling towards it when the sound of something else hitting the water filled his ears.
He spun as quick as he could, expecting to see either his cousin Gwen or his grandpa Max or even both. He didn’t see anything for a moment and then a pile of purple bobbed to the surface and it wasn’t until Ben saw the argent hair swirling in the water did he recognize who it was.
“Charmcaster!” Ben exclaimed, kicking and thrashing towards her instinctively when he realized she was face down in the water. Even if he had the time to argue with himself over what he was doing he would have saved her because despite her being the reason he was in this situation in the first place and her homicidal intentions towards him and his family, she was possibly his only chance of getting out of wherever this was. He wrapped an arm around her chest as his other hand grabbed a handful of her long silver hair and pulled her face out of the water. She immediately coughed up some water but remained unconscious, her head slumping forward as Ben let go of her hair so he could use the arm to better swim towards the shore.
If he hadn’t been in such a rush to save her life he might have freaked out as the hand he had on her chest was full of her teenage breast.
By the time he reached water shallow enough to stand in, Ben was exhausted. Swimming with all his cumbersome clothes had been draining enough, dragging a teenage girl whose get up consisted almost entirely of leather was probably the most arduous physical endeavor he had attempted in his short, but very full, span of life. Still he mustered up the strength to drag her out of the water a full five feet beyond the edge of the farthest reaching wave. As soon as that was done though he collapsed beside her and closed his eyes, trying to stave off the desire to fall asleep, which got a lot easier when he realized he couldn’t hear Charmcaster breathing. He shot up and grabbed the girl’s face, turning it towards him to see her lips had paled in color.
Ben wracked his brain trying to figure what he was supposed to do, why hadn’t he paid more attention during those stupid swimming safety lessons?! Something about pushing on her chest maybe? Ben hurriedly fumbled with the buttons on her coat, finally tearing the last of them to expose the top of her sleeveless one piece. He couldn’t stop the blush that came to his cheeks as he put his hands between her breasts and pushed several times but felt better when he was rewarded with her coughing up a little water. Still she didn’t seem much better and then he remembered another chunk of the lessons, though he felt rather hesitant to use it, like he had much choice.
He took a deep breath and lowered his face to Charmcaster’s, pressing his lips to hers clumsily before trying to force air down her lungs. Most of his breath was wasted as it blew back into his face through her nostrils but enough made its way to her lungs to work and Ben fell back as Charmcaster began stirring. She coughed up more water as she rolled over, pushing herself up on her hands and knees as she gagged.
Ben watched tentatively as she raised her head, brushing wet strands of sterling hair out of her lavender eyes. Her head turned and their eyes locked, Ben’s breath hitched for a moment before they were both reaching for their weapons, Ben for the Omnitrix and Charmcaster to the bag at her hip.
Charmcaster stiffened when she found her bag gone and Ben was still dealing with a timed out Omnitrix. They looked to each other again and Ben shrugged.
“Uh, can we at least talk a little before we go back to trying to kill each other?”
“Talk? What would I have to say to a worm like you?” Charmcaster scoffed as she stood up, towering over Ben.
Ben’s brows furrowed as he made it to his feet so she didn’t seem so imposing.
“How about where we are?” Ben asked indignantly as he casts his arms out to either side to take in the white sand stretching up and down the beach and the dense jungle farther inland.
Charmcaster narrowed her eyes in disdain before turning her head to take in the landscape. She looked up and down the beach several times before looking towards the forest and then out to the ocean beyond their little bay.
“I have no idea where we are. The spell I had been casting before your bratty sister messed it up was supposed to have obliterated you all.”
“Gee, that makes me feel so much better. And Gwen is my cousin!”
“Whatever,” Charmcaster replied flippantly before she realized her coat had been torn open. Her cold demeanor melted away as she stalked towards Ben, her silver brows furrowed into steep valleys as she bared her teeth in a snarl. “What did you do you little freak?! Did you try to cop a feel you fucking pervert?”
She shoved Ben as she shrieked and Ben did his best to back up and hold up his arms defensively lest she take a swing at him. He wasn’t in the habit of fighting girls (he didn’t consider the roughhousing he and Gwen got into so often fighting) so he was trying to keep his outrage at her accusations in check.
And then Charmcaster snaked her arm out and slapped Ben across the face.
“That’s enough!” Ben yelled as he shoved Charmcaster back to stop her in her tracks and jabbed a finger in her face. “I saved your worthless life! You would have drowned if I hadn’t done anything and then I kept you from suffocating after I dragged your heavy ass out of the water, so you know, no big deal or anything!”
Ben panted as he and Charmcaster glared at each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.
“Don’t ever touch me again!” Charmcaster growled.
“Yeah, sure, ‘cause I really enjoy getting smacked around. I tell you what, the next time your life is in danger I won’t lift a finger, will that make yo- Hey, where are you going?” Ben yelled as Charmcaster turned away from him and began marching towards the jungle.
“Just because we’re both stuck here for now doesn’t mean I have to put up with your presence,” Charmcaster said over her shoulder.
Ben sighed and let his arms drop to his sides, he was still wet, sandy, and tired and yet somehow he felt that his day had not truly begun to suck. With a hung head he followed after Charmcaster.
It took her a moment to realize Ben was following and when she did it did not improve her mood.
“Back off you little prick!” She yelled as she spun to face Ben.
Once again Ben went on the defensive by holding his hands up before him.
“Hey, you’re my best ticket home so I go where you go. Besides, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be going anywhere alone, incase Grandpa Max or Gwen figure out a way to bring us back.”
Charmcaster tilted her head just barely as she looked at Ben with an unreadable expression.
“You’re rather honest, in a rude way, it’s… refreshing. But I will beat you to death if you so much as glance at me wrong.”
It seemed that that was the best their relationship was going to get in Ben’s opinion as she turned back to the trail and kept going. Ben followed several steps behind and began trying to get the Omnitrix to do anything but show him a red face. Just as he thought he was making progress a thought occurred to him, trail? Ben’s head snapped up and sure enough, he and Charmcaster were walking down a well trodden path through the jungle.
“Hey, doesn’t this look a little weird to you?”
Charmcaster glanced back and shrugged, “Maybe there are people here. Or maybe this is just Hawaii.”
Ben’s eyes were drawn to an impossibly huge flower a ways off the path, its face had to be ten feet wide and its petals were almost metallic gold in color.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Ben said before he noticed the path seemed to be fading. The number of strange flowers also jumped out at him, they were suddenly everywhere and it gave Ben a bad feeling.
Charmcaster’s scream seemed to punctuate that feeling as Ben saw her lifted into the air by what he thought was a snake but was actually a vine on closer inspection. Ben just jumped out of the way as one tried to wrap itself around his foot and as he tried to look in every direction he saw the flowers were actually shuffling closer to the both of them.
As if sensing the danger Ben heard the Omnitrix let out a chime that meant it had recharged. He didn’t have enough time to really select an alien to fight these things so he put his faith in the device and hoped it didn’t stick him with Greymatter as he smashed the raised plunger back down. Green light flashed through the jungle and a roar shook the trees as Wildmutt snapped his jaws at the air and leapt into action.
Charmcaster kicked at the vine that had grabbed her other leg but the more she fought the more vines she found entangling her. Within seconds her free leg and arms were both held tight and more vines were wrapping themselves all over her body. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse her eyes shot wide open as the vines seemed be working their way over her body and towards her nether regions.
“God damn it! Hey hero boy, where the hell are you? Get these things the fuck off me!” Charmcaster screamed as she fought harder with panic imbued strength.
She watched from an upside down vantage point as Ben, in the form of his alien mongrel Wildmutt, jumped from flower to flower, tearing them apart with his powerful forelimbs and biting or clawing through any vines he came across mid-jump.
“Hurry up!!” Charmcaster cried as she tried to fight the flush coming to her cheeks, the vines were probing between her legs quite vigorously and she feared her clothing wouldn’t hold out much longer. She stiffened as a vine found its way to her pants leg and began squirming its way under her clothes while another wrapped itself around her neck, cutting off her voice and forcing her to clench her mouth shut to keep it from squirming down her throat.
Tears fell to the ground as Charmcaster began to panic in earnest, losing what little composure she had left before she found herself falling for the second time that day. Luckily the ground wasn’t so far away and she merely had the wind knocked out of her as Ben landed beside her and let out a vicious roar.
It seemed to do the trick as what was left of the monstrous flowers began to retreat, pulling back their vines as they shuffled out of sight. Charmcaster coughed and tore the vines from her body with frantic vigor, tears still leaking from her eyes.
“Get off! Get off! Get off!” She whispered over and over to herself, still pulling at the vines even though there weren’t any left on her, as if she were trying to remove the feeling of them crawling over her body.
As she was still trying to get a hold of herself something touched her shoulder and she reflexively lashed out for fear of it being another monster plant. Too late she realized it was Ben trying to see if she was all right. He reared up, snarling in surprise but looking much more threatening to Charmcaster. She dove out of the way and wound up landing in a pile of gunk face first.
As she wiped the green ooze out of her eyes she saw the source was the torn remnants of one of the plants, they were oozing the stuff all over the place. As she continued to try and clean herself she heard the most bizarre coughing sound. Fearing a new threat she spun and found the source of the sound was Ben as he lay on his back, his legs flailing wildly. At first she thought he was choking but then she realized he was laughing, or the least the closest he could come to laughter with his animal throat.
Watching him sit there and laugh at her made Charmcaster see red. It felt like he was making light of what just happened to her. The next thing she knew she was grabbing hold of a softball sized chunk of plant and hurling it with a practiced throw.
It would have been easy for Ben to dodge had he been on his feet instead of rolling on his back. As it was his head snapped up just in time for the projectile to collide with his neck, goo splattering all over his gills, partially blinding him.
Charmcaster felt a little better as she watched Ben struggle, even laughed a little as he thrashed his legs in the air as he tried to clear his gills. However she quickly grew bored of watching Ben make it to his feet only to stumble after a step and end up on his back again. She decided she wanted to be clean of the crap from the plants and headed back towards the beach.
As she followed the trail back she heard a low rumbling that grew into a growl. Glancing over her shoulder showed her Ben approaching, plant ooze dripping from his mouth.
“Is that supposed to be scary?” Charmcaster sighed as she turned back to watch her step, the last thing she needed now was a twisted ankle.
Then the sound Ben was making changed, it wasn’t like the normal assortment of gross gurgles, it was feral and threatening, a promise of real danger.
Charmcaster dove to the side when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up but wasn’t fast enough as Ben lunged forward with claws extended and fangs bared. He caught the tail of her coat with his claws and she was suddenly yanked backwards. She tumbled ass over tea kettle before landing face down in the dirt, disoriented and feeling bruises already forming. She didn’t stay down for long, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees before rolling to avoid another swipe. She tried to crawl but he grabbed hold of her coat again so she shucked the thing before he could toss her around with it again. She looked over her shoulder as she jumped to her feet and saw Ben licking off all the plant gunk before tearing her coat to shreds to get at any left.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She yelled as she ran towards the beach, her lungs already burning as she tried to come up with a plan. Ben seemed more interested in that plant crap, if she could get to the water she could wash the stuff off her but Ben was way too fast in his alien form. She had to distract him somehow and she soon realized that with gobs of plant ooze still smeared all over her one piece suit there was only one way she was going to be able to pull it off.
Charmcaster slipped behind a screen of broad leafed plants and began stripping off her outfit. Her fingers fumbled with the many zippers and buttons of her suit, she normally used magic to put her outfit on but the spell wouldn’t work without her bag. She kicked her boots off and jumped out of her suit just as Ben came crashing through the brush, charging almost drunkenly.
Charmcaster threw her outfit to the side and spared a backwards glance long enough to see Ben veer off towards it before she began a dead run for the beach. Just as she broke through the tree line she heard Ben’s thunderous footsteps quickly approaching. Desperation fueled an extra burst of speed and as soon as her feet hit wet sand she dove into the waves. She kicked for all she was worth, determined to reach deeper water before her burning lungs forced her to rise. As her head broke the surface she saw a green light through her eyelids and when she opened her eyes there stood a very confused Ben who was looking around wildly.
“Uh, what just happened?”
If she hadn’t been soaking wet and in only her bra and panties she would have jumped out of the water and strangled him right then and there. Instead she sank back down into the water so only her head was visible.
“You attacked me you maggot!”
“What?!”
“You lost your mind or something and nearly killed me! Now take off your shirt.”
“Um, why?”
“Because you tore my clothes apart.”
“Does… does that mean you’re naked in there?”
“What kind of question is that?! Now give me your shirt!”
Ben reluctantly pulled his shirt off and tossed it to Charmcaster who caught it as she came to waist deep water and held it over her bosom.
“Now turn around.”
“Geez, bossy much?” Ben huffed.
“Listen you little shit! This is all your fault, so just do as I say and turn around!”
Ben mumbled to himself but complied, folding his arms as he tapped his foot waiting for her to tell him it was okay to turn back around. He realized she wasn’t going to say anything after what must have been a whole minute passed so he dared to sneak a look out of the corner of his eye and found her gone. He spun around and saw her footprints leading back into the jungle.
“What is wrong with her? Does she not get that jungle equals people eating plants or worse?” Ben complained to himself as he found himself back on the trail. Fortunately he found her only a little ways in, wrapping the remnants of her coat around her waist as a makeshift skirt.
Ben nearly swallowed his tongue as Charmcaster turned around and he got his first real look at her in his shirt. His shirt had always been a little baggy on his eleven year old frame and on Charmcaster it was tight, tight and short. It left her midriff bare and seemed to make her breasts more apparent, the fabric clinging to them in a way that had Ben fighting to keep from blushing. It didn’t help that it was partially transparent and he could see her purple bra and stiff nipples.
“Wow,” Ben said under his breath, but not softly enough apparently as Charmcaster turned a baleful eye on him.
But instead of yelling at him or assaulting him she simply pushed past him, if a bit forcefully. He followed quietly, a somber mood laden with guilt settling over him once he really saw the state of her coat after he’d been staring at her ass. He tilted his head as she stepped off the path, reappearing almost immediately with another pile of rags in one hand and her shoes in the other. It took Ben a moment to figure out the rags were the remains of her one piece outfit and he actually took a step back at the venomous glare she shot him.
“Look, Charmcaster, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened but I am sorry that it did happen. Can we just try to survive here now?”
Charmcaster was still as a statue before letting out a long breath and turning towards the beach.
“Fine, but if anything like this happens again I will cave your skull in while you sleep.”
Ben almost laughed as her words reminded him of what she had said earlier, it really did seem that their relationship was going to be semi-homicidal at best.
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Ben and Charmcaster, after several heated arguments, finally settled on who would be doing what to help them survive. They both agreed that staying on the beach was for the best for now and had begun setting up a camp near a small stream of fresh water that fed into the bay. Ben was gathering wood for a fire while Charmcaster stalked the shallow waters with a pointy stick. Her pent up aggression made it the better job for her at the moment while Ben was thinking about what Charmcaster had said happened to him.
He didn’t like the idea that he hadn’t been in control of himself, he’d had a bad experience with one of his other aliens asserting its own consciousness and he would really hate it if that was the case again. It bothered him so much that it even had him afraid of using the Omnitrix at the moment and thus his slow progress in finding anything worth burning.
By the time he had built up a big enough stack of branches and dried leaves the sun was starting to dip into the ocean. He looked up and down the beach for Charmcaster and spotted her making her way back from one of the crescent tips of the bay. She seemed in a slightly better mood as the stick she held had several creatures speared on it. Ben was scratching his head trying to figure out how to get what he had gathered lit when she finally reached him.
“What are you waiting for? Get this fire going already.”
Ben gritted his teeth at her tone, talking down to him like he was there to serve her.
“I would but I don’t have anything to make a spark. None of the rocks I found have worked.”
“Idiot, don’t you have an alien made of fire? Do I have to do all the thinking for you?!”
Ben jumped up as she berated him, nearly snarling as he stabbed a finger at her, “Yeah, and the last time I used the Omnitrix the alien I turned into nearly mauled you to death! I don’t want it to time out and find your charbroiled corpse smoking on the beach okay!?”
Charmcaster actually seemed surprised, taking a step back in shock as her eyes widened a fraction. They stared at each other in silence before simultaneously looking away. Charmcaster was the first to move after that, raising her free hand towards the pile of wood and snapping her fingers. They both looked to the pile of wood expectantly but nothing happened. Charmcaster narrowed her eyebrows and snapped her fingers again and still nothing happened.
Clearly flustered she held her hand close to her face and snapped her fingers, her face paling as nothing continued to happen.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked, not sure what he was missing, only that there was something he wasn’t getting.
“N-nothing, just get the fire lit!” Charmcaster said, covering her apparent uneasiness with her typical haughty and rude attitude.
“Alright, just give me a minute to think of something,” Ben snapped back, frowning at the pile of sticks, moss, and leaves as he tried to come up with something.
What would Gwen do? Probably have a magnifying lens on her and use that to start the fire. But he wasn’t his dorky cousin so that didn’t help at all. What about Grandpa Max? He had all kinds of useful little tricks for stuff like this and the more Ben thought about it the more he was sure he finally had something. He quickly gathered a straight bit of stick and a slab of bark that he put some leaves and moss on. He set the stick into the pile of leaves and moss and began spinning the stick between his hands, back and forth as quickly as possible.
His arms burned at the further demands placed on them, hadn’t they done enough today? But Ben ignored the ache of his muscles and the painfully hot friction building on his palms, forcing himself to keep spinning the stick until…
A flicker of flame came into existence and caught hold of the moss and leaves, smoking at first before bursting into a real tongue of fire that Ben quickly set into the pile he had built.
He sat back and admired his work before jumping at finding Charmcaster’s hands on his arm. He looked at her cautiously and found her looking at his hand which was raw and red and just now starting to ache with a burning sensation.
“We should put your hands in water,” she said, guiding Ben to the small stream. Ben flinched at how painfully cold the water was and tried to pull his hands free but Charmcaster held them there until he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore.
After that Ben sat and flexed feeling back into his hands as Charmcaster used a piece of sea shell she had found to sharpen more sticks to individually cook what she had caught. The creatures looked like a mix of a starfish and a regular fish with appendages around their fishy heads.
“Why does a starfish-fish taste like carrots?” Ben asked after his first bite into one of the meaty appendages.
“At least it’s edible,” Charmcaster said quietly.
Ben took that as a sign she didn’t want to talk anymore so he swallowed the joke he was going to make about Grandpa Max’s cooking and ate in silence. Once they had eaten and drank from the stream they sat on opposite sides of the fire, staring at each other over the flames. Ben quickly grew uncomfortable with looking into Charmcaster’s purple eyes, she was giving him the feeling that she was mentally dissecting him, so he dropped his gaze and stared into the flames. As he did he suddenly had Wildmutt’s memories flashing through his head, his body frozen as the lost time played itself out.
“It was the plant gunk,” he said softly, earning a glare from Charmcaster. “Some of it got in my mouth after you hit me with it. It felt like sparks were traveling through my brain while my tongue melted with the overpowering flavor. It made everything feel… better, the mossy ground beneath my feet seemed to be made of pillows and the slightest bit of sunlight that made it through the trees warmed me all over. It even seemed to make my senses stronger. I could pick out individual plants of the same type based on smell and if I stood still I swear I could actually hear the trees growing. And then I had to have more of it and you were covered in the stuff…”
Ben grew quiet as tears began to leak from his eyes and he rubbed at them with the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry… I really am. I could have really hurt you and I don’t know how I would have been able to live with myself if I did anything like that.”
It was quiet except for the sound of the flames crackling and popping.
“You’d have gotten over it. After all, I have a history of trying to kill you,” Charmcaster said, looking at the sand as she drew patterns in it, the corners of her mouth pulling down in a frown.
“I may be a jerk a lot of the time to almost everyone I know but I don’t hurt people, I can’t hurt people.”
“Don’t say ‘can’t’, you never know what you can or can’t do until you have no choice left.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ben asked, wrinkling his nose at her.
Charmcaster let out an exasperated sigh as she rolled her eyes skyward.
“People will hurt each other if it serves their self-interest.”
“Yeah, well in case you haven’t noticed I’m a hero, I’m not supposed to let things like that happen. I’m better than that.”
“Well hero, what do you want to do now that you’ve gotten that off your chest?”
Ben yawned as he wiped dried tears from his eyes, “We need to rest and check out more of this place when there’s light. Do you think we should sleep in shifts?”
Charmcaster shook her head as she blinked heavily, “I think we’re both too exhausted for that, we’ll have to risk it.”
Ben nodded his agreement and began laying down broad flat leaves he had gathered earlier, he thought they might help keep him from waking up with sand in weird places. A sudden onset of drowsiness had his head drooping as he finished laying down his bunch of leaves and then he noticed Charmcaster was laying hers down next to his.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“It will get cold later and that fire won’t last forever. We’ll need to keep each other warm.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Listen moron, I’m not thrilled with this either but it’s our only option for now so just lie down and go to sleep.”
Ben slowly complied, stiffening a little when he felt Charmcaster touch him and then relaxing when he realized they would be sleeping back to back. Still he lay there for a long while, listening to the waves and the sound of the jungle for any threat before exhaustion finally claimed him.
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