The Story of Dib and Zim

Dib was furious with himself. He'd been a fool not to anticipate this. Zim's evil laughter reverbrated throughout the lab, mocking his stupidity. He twisted a little against the purple mechanical arms that were wrapped around his wrists and ankles, not moving them even a fraction of an inch. They held him suspended in the air, high enough that his toes were hanging a foot above the floor.

He was beginning to get just a little bit worried.

"Foolish Earth creature! I warned you when you started this game of yours that I would repay you beyond your imagining!"

"No, you didn't," piped Gir, who sat nearby eating gummi bears.

Zim ignored that. "Now at last, I have you in my clutches, to use and enjoy as I see fit. Tremble as you writhe helplessly in the merciless grip of Zim!"

Dib did that. This had not been in the plan.

"Now leave us, Gir. Your eyes are not fit for this sort of thing. Maybe when you're older."

"Awww," the little robot whined, but obediently vanished into a transport tube.

Zim gave his evilest, most toothy grin. "My latest plan for conquest will be the most diabolical yet! For it will be the sole defender of this wretched filth-ball who will be the very instrument of its downfall!"

"I'll never betray the Earth, Zim!" Dib yelled heroically. "And you can't make me!"

"Oh, can't I?" Zim carefully manipulated a few controls on the panel before him, and a fifth mechanical arm snaked down from the ceiling. It wrapped itself sensuously around Dib's torso, slicing away his pajama shirt as it went. Dib shivered and made a small, hopeless sound.

Zim continued, "I've made a careful study of the pleasure responses of humans, as you can see," and here he held up a book entitled To Service Man. "I have used this knowledge to devise an ingenious computer program that will overwhelm your senses with tactile delights, until your mind is enslaved by the hunger for pleasure that only I can give! You will truly belong to Zim, Dib-human, and as my right hand, you will make my victory over Earth come even faster than it would have already!" Zim gave himself over to another round of evil laughter.

Dib was really starting to get worried now.

Zim moved the mechanical arm lower, shredding away Dib's pajama pants. He gave the insides of Dib's thighs a few teasing strokes before cutting away the underwear. Dib gasped as his private parts were exposed to the open air. Having completed its cutting purpose, the tip of the arm reformed itself into a smooth and, to Dib's eyes, frighteningly phallic shape. It nudged enticingly at his opening, prodding him lightly, tormenting him, but not actually entering inside. Dib discovered that the tip was actually shaped into subtle grooves that seemed to make every nerve they touched stand on end. Already he was writhing and moaning, and Zim hadn't even begun yet.

Zim giggled gleefully as he released a measure of lubricating gel from the tip. Then slowly, very slowly, he slid the phallus inside. Dib felt every single groove as it entered. Bump, bump, bump. He didn't moan, he screamed.

Yet Zim frowned at the control panel. Something was wrong. The computer was nearing the limit of its pleasure producing capacity, and sensors indicated that Dib was still only yearning for more. This would never be enough to drive him insane with lust! Zim concluded that he had woefully underestimated Dib's appetite for lovin'. He began to draw energy from other sectors of the base.

Dib was in the midst of an absolute frenzy. Never in his life had he felt as good as this. So he didn't hear it when the computer stated, "Danger, overload," or when Zim let out a panicked squeal. He moved himself faster on the phallus, and as programmed, it responded by plunging itself deeper and more forcefully into him. Explosions, electric shocks, being engulfed in flames, all of these and more could not describe how he felt.

Sparks flew from the control panel, and the overhead lights began to dim.Dib cried out as he came, and simultaneously half of Zim's base was plunged into darkness.

Zim peeked out from his hiding place behind the control panel just in time to see the mechanical arms slowly give out and release Dib into an exhausted heap on the floor. He couldn't believe it! The human had just destroyed enough technology to keep him busy for years repairing it!

He approached Dib venemously, kicking and clawing mercilessly at the surrounding air, screeching and grunting incoherently. But he quickly ran out of steam and fell to his knees beside Dib. "I hate you," he said quietly.

Dib let out a weak mumble.

Zim sighed and ordered the computer to give him cleansing chalk. He was pleased to see that this function, at least, was still working. He gave Dib a quick all-over scrubbing, being none-too-gentle on the delicate parts. Dib yelped and whined as he came back to his senses.

"Get out," Zim hissed at him when he was finished.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make you feel better?"

"The only thing that would make me feel better, Dib-monkey, is to see you reduced to the sub-cellular particles from which you are made."

"I'm not sure we're ready for that sort of thing at this stage in our relationship."

"Out. Now." Zim pointed toward the exit.

It seemed for a moment that Dib was actually going to listen. But at the last moment he turned back around and reached between Zim's legs, where Zim was still half-hard. The alien gasped before he could control himself, and Dib took the opportunity to kiss his open mouth. "And what if I were to apologize?"

"You stinking human," Zim whispered, but not very convincingly.

Dib smiled. He eagerly unfastened Zim's pants. Before Zim could react, he got down on his knees and, for the very first time, took Zim into his mouth. The wail Zim made was pure music. Within minutes he had Zim on his back, squirming and mewling. Dib worked lovingly with his mouth, seeming to know instinctively what would work best. And when Zim came he drank every bit of it down. He rested his head on Zim's belly for as long as Zim would let him stay there.

Dib ended up leaving in one of Zim's spare uniforms. He didn't know it, but Zim was watching him as he walked home, via satellite camera, using the emergency backup power supply.

Zim rested his chin contemplatively on his hands as his eyes followed Dib's movements. Behind him, Gir played happily with the torn remains of Dib's pajamas.

The Dib-monkey was right. He did feel better.