Goddess Rising

As abruptly as he had arrived, Zim left, leaving Dib to his thoughts. It was obvious by what had transpired the night before that Zim was capable of emotion, affection, and--most surprisingly--the ability to smile. The recollection of Zim's face as he ground against him sent a warm rush through Dib's body all over again.
But Zim still claimed to hate Dib. If so, then it was obvious that the Irkens had messed-up values. Squinting at the dark ceiling, Dib wondered if Zim simply didn't want to be friends because of his overwhelming amount of pride. Admitting that he was "friends" with Dib would be admitting that his mission failed miserably and he was finally a part of the human race. Yeah, that was it...

Being a part of the human race wasn't such a bad thing, though, was it? Dib had managed to be a part of it for his whole life and he didn't feel like it was so bad. Not bad enough to be wiped off the planet, anyway.

Dib looked at the clock. 2 am. Knowing that he would need all the energy he could get for the upcoming days, he forced himself to drift into slumber.

*****

Gaz didn't ask who was in Dib's room the night before, because she didn't care. The last weeks of skool for her had been strenuous, and she was typically absorbed with getting there on time. She left in the morning, as she always did, without saying a word to him.

Professor Membrane was off to the lab as usual, and Dib, as usual, was left alone to his own devices. He decided to take a shower and make sure he didn't have any strange alien growths on him anywhere.

In the bathroom he stripped before the full-length mirror, and stood before it for a second, silently looking himself over. In his estimation he didn't look half bad. He was very pale, but his skin was very smooth and he had decent muscletone in his arms and chest from so much working in the lab. He was skinny, but not stick-thin. He looked down at his flacid manhood and quirked an eyebrow. There was a small pink hickey on the tip from Zim's overzealous attention the night before. Dib blushed and felt himself stiffen a bit from the recollection. He gulped and turned, bending over before the mirror and looking at his ass. Everything seemed intact... He spread his cheeks and examined his anus. Just fine, though a bit irritated from friction...

Oh, the delicious friction. He never would have imagined that Zim was so big. Of course, you can never account for the reproduction organs of alien species, but... It was amazing how great Zim felt inside him. Feeling himself stiffen more, Dib slid a finger inside as far as it could go, rubbing himself and thinking of Zim. He wanted more... He wanted Zim's fingers inside of him... He wanted to be inside Zim... He wanted it all. Moaning somewhat helplessly, he dropped to his knees on the floor, sliding another finger inside himself and beginning to stroke his now fully erect member.

"Zim... Zim... Fuck me... Oh yes..."

He fantasized that Zim's alien body could twist around in such a way that he could suck his cock and fuck him at the same time. He closed his eyes and stroked more fervently. "Oh God--You're so good! You're so big--"

Suddenly the door burst open and Gaz stood framed in the early afternoon light.

"What are you doing home from school so early?!" Dib cried, struggling to cover up his rapidly deflating member with a stray towel.

"Mega Fury Pigs 9 comes out today. I want to get a good spot in line," she explained quite calmly. With that said, she turned on her heel and went to close the door. "For God's sake, use a freaking lock," she spat over her shoulder as she pulled it shut. "Weirdo."

**********

GIR was ecstatic that Zim had come upstairs to watch television with him. Every time a commercial came on and his attention wandered, he would scoot over to Zim's side of the couch, cast him a puppy-dog look, and quickly nuzzle him before he was shooed back over to his side. "I'm so happy to see you up here, master!" GIR gurgled, smiling wide.

"Well, you never clean down in the basement like you're supposed to," Zim snapped back. "It smells down there."

"It smells gooooood!"

Suddenly, for the first time in years, there was a knock at the front door. A quiet knock, but it was quite clearly a knock. "VISITORS! VISITORS!" GIR shouted, hopping to his feet and running to the door.

"SUIT!" Zim cried, grabbing GIR by his antenna. The little robot hopped from one foot to the other, then gnawed on his hand. "I--don't have it nowhere," he whined.

Sighing, Zim donned his old eyes and hair and walked to the door. He should've known who it would be before he opened it, but when he turned the knob and swung open the door, he was still surprised.

Dib smiled warmly, somewhat sheepishly, and plucked a stray hair from Zim's head. "Those don't fit you so well anymore."

"What're you doing here??" Zim demanded, his face flushing a bit.

Dib blinked. Of course, he shouldn't have expected Zim to be happy he was there... That would've been too farfetched a result. Dib sighed, scratching his head and blushing. Lately he had a hard time telling fantasy from reality. "I--guess--I--just wanted to visit you... Um... I was bored and..."

Angrily, Zim reached out and grabbed his lapels. "What do you think I am, stupid?! Don't you start trying to get me dissected again! I don't want any more of your snooping and cameras around here!"

"No! I swear I wasn't spying on you! Please--"

Zim threw him back on the lawn, so much like he did seven years ago. "Then I suggest you come up with a better excuse to be here, Dib-worm." He glared down at the boy with an almost exhausted look on his face. It was clear that he was no longer able to play cat and mouse anymore, with Dib or anyone else. It made Dib almost cry at the sight.

"I--I--I'm sorry." Dib got back up on his feet and stood on the stone step before the door. "I came--because--I can't stop thinking about you. I wanted--to see you again."

Zim looked taken aback for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "It's--just as well. Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for years. You deserve it!"

In a flash, Dib had pushed himself into Zim and kissed him. He put his hands on the small of Zim's back and pressed ever deeper, finally pushing his tongue into the wonderous recesses of the alien's mouth.

"AWWWWW!" GIR cooed, hopping around Zim's feet. Zim breathed out quickly and grabbed Dib's shirt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he growled, pulling Dib inside and slamming the door. "You just can't go around kissing me like that in public! What if someone were to see?!"

"What do you mean?!" Dib retorted, smiling happily. "People kiss all the time." He gripped Zim's slender hips appraisingly, licking his lips. "Okay, well, two boys don't kiss all the time, but--"

"Exactly!" Zim barked, pushing Dib away. "Kissing always attracts attention among you nosy little stinkbeasts, *especially* when it's two stinkbeasts of the same sex!"

Dib, a little sad about being rejected, forced a smile. "I think it has less to do with sex and more to do with the fact that you make such a lousy human."

"WRONG!" Zim smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt and sat down on the couch. "I have studied you humans for years--I am excellent at imitating your monotonous ways."

Sitting down next to Zim as closely as possible, Dib poked Zim on his shiny forehead. "Behaviors can be studied, but they can only be imitated with practice. And you've had very little practice at being human." He smiled warmly and nudged his disgruntled companion a bit. "You haven't interacted with enough of us to be very good at it."

Zim huffed. "If you're so smart, Dib-worm, then why don't you show me how to be a better human, eh?"

Leaping to his feet and grabbing Zim's arm, Dib cried, "Happily!"

**********

"Well, we're off to a good start," Dib said, grinning as he tossed Zim's black pants to the floor. Zim shivered a bit; he was standing stark-naked in front of a full-length mirror. He had donned a better-fitting black wig and a set of eyes with vivid red pupils. After a short arguement, Dib had also gotten him to wear a set of fake ears and a little nose. "Now, what's the number one thing that's different about the two of us?"

Zim glared at Dib, then looked him up and down. "You're taller," Zim estimated, glowering.

"Besides that," Dib chuckled, feeling a little superior.

"I'm cold!" Zim barked. "And this is stupid! I know enough about humans to know--"

"--that their skin isn't green?" Dib interjected, trying to maintain his patience. "Nobody on this planet has green skin. Ever."

Looking around for an answer that wasn't going to come, Zim sighed, "You're lying. Skin comes in all colors on the planet Earth. I read--"

"In all colors of brown. You don't see many greens or purples around here."

Zim turned his back to the mirror. "That's easily remedied," he said, almost tiredly. "Computer! Make my skin the color of Dib's!" His pod whizzed for a moment, then a pale peach membrane of skin began to spread over his entire body from the base of the Pak.

"Much better!" Dib approved, smiling wide. Zim already looked 100% more human... Except for his overly large--

He shook his head and tried to focus. He held up Zim's red shirt and shook it out. "This has got to go. Nobody *normal* wears this getup around--"

"That's the official Irken Invader class of 39023 uniform--!!"

"Screw those guys!" Dib cried, tossing the shirt back on the floor. "And besides, we only wear uniforms to work or school. Never just laying around the house or--"

Zim snorted. "I get it," he mumbled, turning back to the mirror. "Computer! Give me the exact clothes that Dib has!"

In seconds, Dib was staring back at a slightly shorter, more bitter version of himself. "Uhhhh..." he started sheepishly. "Maybe you should find some--different clothes to wear. Something unique to yourself, but not--TOO unique."

"Is this a test??" Zim barked, pulling uncomfortably on his clone trenchcoat. Dib grinned and said, "I'll come up with something good. Give me a console."

Zim snapped his fingers and a computer console sprang from the ground and alighted in front of Dib. Licking his lips, he punched some buttons and stood back.

Zim was soon standing around in a pair of slightly baggy black jeans, with a red and black striped t-shirt over a black long-sleeved shirt. Dib tousled Zim's fake hair a bit, making it fall in his eyes and over his "ears" a bit. He then stepped back and nodded in approval, feeling a thrill running up his spine. Zim made for a pretty fucking hot human...

The alien stepped back and forth a bit in discomfort. "I don't know--"

GIR suddenly ran into the room, waving his arms and shouting, "MASTER! MASTER!" He looked frantically about, then turned to Dib. "Have you seen my Master anywhere around?! I can't find the Lincoln Logs!" Before Dib could answer, the little robot cried in panic and ran back out of the room.

Grinning and gesturing towards the door GIR just exited, Dib said, "Proof enough that you look much different?"

Zim stared at himself for a few moments, then finally nodded slightly. "I do look different..."

Dib laughed and grabbed Zim's shoulders, spinning him until they faced eachother. "You make a damn sexy human, if I do say so myself!"

Blushing slightly, Zim looked at Dib and said earnestly, "Thank you for your assistance. I do--look a lot--better, I suppose." They stood looking at one another for a moment in silence. Then, Zim spontaneously leaned forward and kissed Dib square on the lips, licking them swiftly as their kiss broke. "I know you've been wanting to do that again since you got here."

"I've been wanting to do that since *before* I got here..." Dib whispered. "And a lot of other things, too..."

Zim looked at him quizzically. Dib chuckled and said, "But there's a time and place for that type of thing. Right now--" He took Zim's hand and led him to the front door. "--I want to test out my brand-new human!"

**********

He was a bit jealous of the looks Zim got, but overall Dib was proud. He knew that all the girls they passed wanted Zim, and there was no way in hell they'd ever have him. 'He's MINE!' Dib thought triumphantly to himself, grabbing his hand almost subconsciously.

Then they got entirely different looks. Dib was never really that close to any of the town's citizens, so it didn't bother him at all that they suddenly thought he was gay. And his extended family lived miles away. Skoolmates had been calling him a fag since day one, so he wouldn't be fazed by any comments. It did bother him a bit that the girls' appraising looks turned to jealous ones. It was obvious on their faces that they didn't think Dib was right for a hottie like Zim.

"Where are we going?" Zim asked, totally oblivious to the others' looks. He was taking in the new and different world he hadn't experienced in almost a decade. It hadn't really changed much, but there were still so many new things about it.

Dib smiled. "I thought I could parade you out on the walkway by the sea. There are all types of humans down there--lovers, mimes, prostitutes--you can see what they do. And maybe enjoy yourself a little..." Zim nodded appreciatively and followed Dib's lead, gripping his hand lightly only for the purpose of keeping with his stride.

As they entered the downtown district, Zim began to shake a bit. He started to look around at the people and buildings much more anxiously. "Are you okay, Zim?" Dib asked in concern. "Does being this far away from your house--scare you?"

"SCARED??? ME??? NEVER!" Zim cried, pulling his hand away from Dib and walking a step ahead. "Are you crazy?? I used to come down here all the time!"

Smiling smugly, Dib slowed his pace a bit. "Oh--then you must have already been to the walkway."

"Multiple times," Zim replied with his nose in the air. He stepped off of the curb into a busy street, and Dib ran to pull him back onto the sidewalk.

Holding Zim around the torso, Dib cried, "Watch where you're going! Or I'll be scraping you off of the grill of a bus!"

"Nobody's going to be grilling me!" Zim barked, pulling out of Dib's grip. He turned back towards the street and screwed up his fists. "I swear, you humans eat the strangest shit--"

"Remember, you ARE a human now," Dib replied. He grabbed Zim's shoulder and pointed down the sidewalk to the left. "--And the walkway is in THIS direction."

Zim glared and opened his mouth to reply when they heard sniggering across the street.

"I always knew your brother was a fag!"

Of course... Gaz was waiting in line for that stupid game today; she was at the electronics store. Dib felt his face grow incredibly hot as he looked across the street and saw her standing a bit outside the door, obviously trying to ignore a giddy little redheaded goth that was next to her. Dib had seen her around a few times, but didn't know her that well. She was apparently more acquainted with him than vice-versa.

"You're a Fahg?" Zim said incredulously. "I thought you were human!"

Without elaboration, Dib grabbed Zim's hand and marched him carefully across the street. As they walked up to Gaz he called, "What's this, Gaz? Do you actually have a FRIEND?"

"No," Gaz answered as they came to a stop before her. "She's just some annoying little twink that follows me around." The girl laughed as if it were a joke, but Dib could tell that Gaz was completely serious. "Lookin' good, Zim!" she crooned, not smiling, but raising an eyebrow.

Dib's jaw dropped. "How could you tell it was--"

"Zim??" the girl walked up to the subject and poked him in the chest. He winced, already annoyed by this girl. "The foreign exchange student that got deported in fifth grade??"

"He wasn't deported," Dib answered curtly. "There was--ah--a family emergency. He's recently come back--" Dib looked at Zim, who showed no interest in adding his two cents. In fact, he was barely focusing on their conversation. "--He's come back to visit and I'm showing him around town."

Gaz snorted. "Holding hands??"

Glaring at his sister, who was clearly baiting him, Dib hissed, "It's a custom of his homeland."

"Weird," the girl burbled. Gaz left the three of them behind and moved ahead in line, just two customers away from her game. "My name's Olivia," the girl informed Zim, but he didn't register that she was even talking to him.

Dib elbowed him in the ribs and he barked, "What?!"

"Olivia was introducing herself to you."

Zim shot a look of death at Dib, then at the girl. He blinked, then recalled that he was supposed to be acting like a human would. "CHARMED," he growled, grabbing her hand and shaking it roughly. She looked at him strangely and quickly pulled her hand away.

"He's in a bad mood because he's--hungry," Dib coughed, then made to leave the premises immediately. Just before he was able to make his escape, Gaz exited the store, new game in hand.

"Where ya' off to in such a hurry?" Gaz asked them, her words dripping the thickest sugar.

The girl hopped in place. "Dad gave me fifty bucks! We should all go out to eat! Like, a double date!" All three of them looked at her as if she were daft, but Gaz shrugged and said, "Free food? I'm in." She walked up to Zim and put an arm around his shoulders. "You sure are a sexy little bugger."

There was no fighting this. Dib sighed and allowed Olivia to pull him alongside her. Gaz, obviously the dominant one of the group, took it upon herself to find the place they would go to eat. She crept along the sidewalk, looking into restaurants and shaking her head.

As they walked, Olivia slipped her arm inside of Dib's coat, wrapping it around his waist. He cringed but didn't respond, wanting to get the drama over with as quickly as possible. Emboldened by his passivity, she grinned and slid her hand down to his ass, squeezing it roughly.

"Ouch--What the fuck??" Dib cried out, jumping away from her.

She put up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Relax, Dibby!" she giggled. "Don't you like it? When's the last time you got laid, anyway?"

"About twelve hours ago," he huffed in response, quickening his pace to join Zim and Gaz. He could swear he heard Gaz snickering.

When she found a restaurant satisfactorily devoid of people, Gaz walked in. It was a little diner, occupied only by an old couple. The four took their seats in a booth; Gaz and Zim sat opposite eachother, and Olivia hopped into the seat next to Zim, grinning at him. He glanced at her, but didn't grin back. An old waitress came to take their order. The humans all ordered sodas and food, but Zim was stuck looking at the menu in a dumbfounded manner.

He finally grimaced and told her, "I want none of this. It's all toxic waste!"

Dib palmed his face as the waitress walked away, looking insulted. "I thought you were hungry!" Olivia said to Zim, raising an eyebrow.

"He--uh--can't eat until after sundown," Dib explained. "It's against his religion."

"Ah, so you're a religious man, eh?" Olivia said, poking him in the arm. Another wince and glare.

"Religion is a figment of the human imagination," he hissed, folding his arms and turning to look at Dib. "This is the most miserable experience I've ever been forced into. I want to go home."

Before Dib could try to placate him, Olivia punched him in the shoulder. "I'm trying to be nice to you and that's what you have to say?!"

Red eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm getting sick of your oinking, little piggy."

"WHAT did you just say to me?!" she punched him again, much harder this time.

In seconds, Zim had a gun trained on her head, right between the eyes. Dib screamed, "Zim--! No--!" but it was too late. He fired.

When the light faded, there was a little pig in the spot Olivia had once occupied. Both Zim and Gaz instantly started to laugh hysterically, but Dib was not nearly as amused. He jumped up and scooped the little pig into his arms, which was starting to kick and squeal (probably Olivia starting to realize she was now porcine). The old couple looked at the group with fear on their faces.

"No need to worry--it's just a--magic trick!" Dib told them, sweating profusely by this point. They didn't appear convinced; they quickly put money down on the table and made a quick escape. Dib turned to Zim and yelled, "Why did you do that?!"

Gaz grabbed Piggy-Liv from Dib. "Don't sweat it, Dibbles--I'm sure there's something in dad's lab that'll change her back." She winked at Zim and began to leave the restaurant. "You two are always good for a cheap laugh!"

Anger overcoming him, Dib reached down and grabbed Zim out of the booth. "What the fuck was that?! You can't just go around zapping people! Humans have laws!"

Zim pried Dib's hands from his clothes and pushed him away. "Human laws are weak and oppressive! I'm not going to let someone hit me without retaliation!"

Dib grabbed him by the shirt again. "You're going to get arrested! And after that, dissected!"

"That's just what you want, isn't it, Dib-worm?!" Zim yelled, pushing himself away again. "Don't test me--Or you too will feel the heat of my revenge!"

Dib balled up his fists. "Oh, are you going to zap me, a defenseless, weak little human? Why don't you fight with what God gave you for once?!"

Before Dib even had a chance to react, Zim had punched him in the left cheek. He staggered for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened. When he regained his footing he turned and found Zim crouched, ready to fight. "Fuck!" he swore, holding up his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

"You want to fight me?? Here I am!" Zim cried, rearing back a bit.

Dib pushed his hair out of his eyes and swallowed a bit of blood. "This is stupid." He turned to walk out of the restaurant. "This was stupid. I was stupid. It was ridiculous of me to think I could do this--What am I gonna do, have alien babies? I have better things to worry about--"

He walked right past the befuddled Zim without a sidelong glance, mumbling curses to himself.

"Where--where are you going?!" Zim cried, his voice sounding very small.

"Home," Dib spat, not looking back. "And I don't expect to see you there anytime in the future. I haven't yet turned off any of my Anti-Zim devices." He threw up his hands. "Have a nice life!"

Zim looked frantically about. "Don't--Don't leave me here! You can't!"

Surprised, Dib turned on his heel. "I can't?"

Zim pointed an accusing finger. "YOU dragged me out here! You can't leave me here! You have to take me back home!"

"Go back home yourself!" Dib growled. "Just make sure not to look both ways before you cross the street!"

Suddenly, a hard spray of cold water hit Dib in the face. He sputtered for a moment and looked about, turning to find the old waitress with a dripping hose.

"How dare you start fights in my humble restaurant!" she cried. "You scared off my best customers!"

Zim grabbed his face and started to scream in complete agony. "IT'S BURNINNNNNG MEEEEE!" he shrieked, thrashing about, reaching for Dib in desperation. He didn't have his Pak with him on this outing; it left him completely helpless.

The waitress didn't quite understand what was going on, but she didn't care. "It serves you right!" she spat. "Now get out!!"

Dib saw in horror that Zim's mask was starting to melt away. His eyes were running down his face, revealing the pain-stricken red orbs beneath. Almost in tears himself, he pulled off his trenchcoat and wrapped it around Zim's head, grabbing him and running down the street as quickly as possible. A few people stared quizzically at them, but didn't give the event much thought after they had left earshot.

"IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS!" Zim cried, frantically clawing at his face.

Tears escaped from Dib's eyes. He suddenly felt as if this were all his fault. "We're almost to your house, Zim! We'll get you taken care of there--"

In a couple of minutes they had dashed into the front door of Zim's house, into the kitchen. Dib quickly sat Zim down at the table and looked about for something to help Zim.

"The white sponge! Sponge! Eliminates water!" Zim cried frantically, pointing towards the "sink."

Dib was quickly at task, and as soon as he applied the sponge to Zim's face, the water began to evaporate and soak into it. After Dib had wiped away all of the water and peeled away the remnants of his eyes and peach skin, Zim quieted. Dib stepped back and sat down in a chair opposite him, looking incredibly somber. "You have some neat gadgets around here..."

Zim sat silently, looking at his hands in some sort of wonderment. Almost 75% of his face was raw and burned. It was obvious that he hadn't experienced pain like that for quite some time. Any type of movement hurt for him, so he chose to sit still.

"I'm... sorry. For trying to leave you like that... You're right, I can't do that to you."

Zim sat silently for a moment, then shrugged. "I can never be human." He looked out the window dejectedly. "I have no place to call home anymore... I might as well just--die."

"You almost died just now!" Dib laughed uncomfortably. "If that water had burned you much more..."

Zim nodded slowly. "You're right. You--saved my life." He turned to Dib and said earnestly, "Thank you. I--owe you my life now, I suppose..."

"That one was a freebie," Dib coughed, waving his hand. He didn't wish to appear any more superior to Zim. "Making you mingle with humans--bad idea. I can't even get along with them..." He looked at the floor. "You're right. They treat me like shit. They've never accepted me. And--I don't care." He got to his feet and knelt before Zim. "I don't want you to be human. I don't want you to be anything. Just--with me. I just--want you to be with me."

This was a concept that Zim still couldn't grasp. "Why?" he asked again. He looked at Dib as if he were something foreign and unknown. "What makes me so attractive to you? I don't have anything to offer you."

"Your love."

Zim blinked, then shook his head. "Love isn't a commodity I can give you. I don't even know what love IS."

"It's not something solid. You--just know. When you feel love, it's just there, and you know what it is." Dib flushed. What if the Irkens really didn't know love? Was love only a human emotion? No, because animals felt love, gave affection, experienced attachment.

Not appearing convinced, Zim said, "Is there something else I can give you instead? That I actually HAVE?"

"Your companionship?" Dib sighed in resignation. "Spend time with me? Talk to me?" Dib swallowed. Fuck me?

Zim shrugged. "In exchange for my life, I suppose that isn't so bad." He rubbed his face and the raw patches started to disappear. Apparently Zim had some remarkable regenerative powers.

"So, what shall we do together then?" Zim asked tiredly.

Dib smiled wide, realizing he had stumbled upon an amazing opportunity. "How about--you show me your lab? In the basement? All those neat gadgets?"

Zim nodded and led Dib to the "toilet," where they were quickly flushed down to his lab in the basement. There they found little GIR building a log cabin in Zim's captain's chair. He looked up at them and grinned wildly. "I'm gonna be PRESIDENT!" he cried, then swiped the cabin off of the chair, sending the Lincoln Logs flying everywhere.

He ran off before Zim could kick him, which, by the look on his face, was a painful effort.

He sat down in the chair and made a gesture; in moments a computer console, at least 5 by 5 feet, was before them. "This is what makes the entire house function," Zim said wearily. He typed in some digits faster than Dib could make them out, and a holographic display appeared on-screen. The house was connected to the ground and all the surrounding houses with an intricate web of wires and hoses. "I've managed to jack into the city's main power grid to supply myself with all the electricity I need." He turned to Dib. "Electricity isn't nearly powerful enough to let me run at 100%, but it's better than solar power."

Dib nodded. "We've discovered a number of new power sources since the advent of electricity, but the people are too dependent to ever switch..."

"Humans are too afraid of change. That is why their evolution has been so incredibly slow."

"I agree." They looked at one another and blinked a couple of times. Dib smiled. "We have a lot in common, don't we?"

Zim shrugged. "A few things." He stood up to reach a few buttons at the top of the console. "I noticed you were tinkering with Tak's old ship some time ago... I was interested in some of the stuff you did and made some improvements." He pulled up a picture of an advanced-looking engine.

"That's the DibMaster 2000 I made!" Dib cried, smiling and moving in closer to look at Zim's improvements. "Wow--I can't believe you were able to get the engine to run at that high a temperature--"

"It was a simple matter of coming up with the right kind of lubrication." Zim moved up against Dib to point at some of the specifications that were continually retyping themselves next to the engine. Dib did not move to give him leeway. "Of course, you humans don't have access to what I do..."

He was instantly aware of Dib's lean body pressing up against him. Arms, chest, legs, erection...

"You--are--so--brilliant," Dib breathed into his antenna, rubbing up against him.

Zim flushed. Nobody had ever given him such a compliment. "Of--of course I am--Irkens are far more advanced than you silly humans--" He stammered, not knowing how to respond to this situation. Dib's fingers were at the buttons of his jeans, silkily slipping them through their holes, sliding his long, cool fingers down until they were stroking Zim's manhood.

Gasping, Zim leaned forward onto the console. He wasn't expecting this at all, and he didn't know what to do. Dib sighed and pushed Zim's shirt all the way up his back, trailing wet kisses down his spine until he reached the very top of his ass. The slight tingling, burning sensation made Zim's nerves thrill. Pain... Pain was so good.

Smiling and flushing hot with expectation, Dib slid Zim's pants down to his ankles. He was happy to find that Zim's backside was much like his own, except that his anus was teardrop-shaped. He exhaled hot breath onto Zim's cherry, and it clenched in surprise. Dib smiled and inserted his tongue at the bottom, moving up to the upper point.

"Aaaahhh--" Zim gasped, collapsing onto the console, causing a few buttons to peep and turn colors. "What--are you doing--"

Before any more words could be said, Dib was shoving his hardness deep into Zim. They both cried out in pain, but Dib couldn't, wouldn't, stop. He had to feel this. If he didn't release himself now, he would go insane. He had to have this.

He now understood why Zim found Dib to be so smooth--Zim's cavity was lined with tiny teeth that scratched at his dick from every angle. As Dib tried to retreat, they pulled him in. Overcome with pain and ecstacy all at once, Dib drove into Zim as far as he could go.

Zim cried out again and arched his back, leaning into Dib with all his body mass. Dib could feel the teeth pulling, pulling, twisting, then finally pushing him back out with all the force they could muster. He fell back into the captain's chair, a look of surprise on his face. Zim turned to him, his face shiny and flushed. "What did you do...??"

Dib caressed his sore dick tenderly. "I just--"

Zim removed the remnants of his clothes, climbed onto Dib's lap and quickly was in possession of his dick again. Dib closed his eyes and cried aloud, rolling his head back. The pain was almost greater than the pleasure... This feeling...

Gyrating his hips and panting heavily, Zim rode Dib as hard as he could. The chair rocked severely with every movement--every sigh, every moan. Zim's body crashed up against Dib's, crushing his large, erect manhood between their slick bodies. Dib reached up and grabbed it, caressing it as fast as possible, hoping to end this beautiful agony quickly. In moments, Zim bellowed at the ceiling and his tightness enveloped Dib's dick in a blanket of smooth heat. The relief of this action brought Dib to finish, and he ejected all of himself into Zim before Zim's body ejected him.

Dib sank back into the chair, panting, as Zim crouched over him, a wild look on his face. "I have never--experienced--that feeling before," Zim gasped, smiling cooly as Dib's cum trickled from his body.

"Nor have I..." Dib said quietly, wishing that he never had to move again. His body was so slick with sweat that he was surprised it hadn't burned Zim at all. In the heat of the moment, the alien probably didn't even feel it.

The computer hummed and spoke in a cool male voice. "Incoming transmission from THE TALLEST."

Frantically, Zim shoved Dib out of the chair onto the floor. Not wishing to cause any trouble, Dib hid behind the chair, out of sight of the console. In moments he heard the screen switch on and produce an upbeat, clearly condescending voice.

"ZIM! Baby! It's been forever! How ya doin'?"

"The mission continues to flow smoothly, my Tallest," Zim answered in bored monotone. The chair twitched a bit; Zim was trying to shrink down as small as possible.

There was whispering among the two aliens, and finally Purple spoke up, "Errr, is there a reason why you're not wearing any clothing?"

The chair twitched again. "I--ah--am having my uniform repaired. During my last recon mission, I--There--was some damage to it."

"Remind us to send you a spare uniform," Red hissed. There was a chuckle among the two, and he continued, "So, Zim, what's the weather going to be like this month?"

Zim sighed in exhaustion and proceeded to report the weather. "Fair, mostly clear skies and warm temperatures here." Some buttons beeped. "I'm uploading a chart of predicted conditions worldwide for this month. They're very favorable in most areas. Mild."

"You're a doll, Zimmy-baby," Purple cried, giving him the thumbs-up. "That's all we're going to need for now. Check ya later!"

The screen turned off and Zim sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Without my clothes on it's easier to tell how tall I've gotten."

Dib stood up, pulling on his pants and adjusting his shirt. He walked to Zim's side and glared. "I thought you said the mission was over."

Zim groaned, looking at Dib as an obvious nuisance. "It IS. They're just humoring me so I have no thoughts of returning home." He looked back at the console and relaxed his posture. "Trust me--I don't."

End Chapter 2