Petting Doom

 

FADE IN with a wide view over the city park. Many adults stroll around the pond or sit on benches while children play in the early afternoon sun. A few people walk their dogs along the paths around the large hill in the center; most fail to pick up after their pets, as some children discover when they roll down the hill.

QUICK ZOOM: Zim strides quickly through the park, with his shoulders hunched and fingers tense. He wears a scowl as he grumbles and curses.

ZIM: Stupid lousy Earth people, taking my stupid lousy Gir away from me! Oh, I'll get them -- they'll see. I'll destroy and then enslave them all... well, perhaps just one or the other, and I'll be just fine by myself. Yes, perfectly happy all alone.

Zim looks off to the side of the path and spots a familiar-looking blonde girl, about seven years old, sitting with her legs crossed as she plays with two dolls. She's wearing a pink low-cut sun dress that would barely fall over her legs if she were standing, but now it clearly reveals her panties, which are rather fancy and revealing for such a young girl.

Zim recognizes her as MOOFY, the Girly Ranger who had once had her foot stuck in his front yard, attracting much unwanted media attention. As he's about to slink away without being noticed, he is suddenly intrigued by horrific and violent way she's using the dolls: she has the male doll lying on top of the female, obviously trying to force the female doll deep into the filth by pressing his entire body against her with all his might. Meanwhile, Moofy playfully makes little horrified screaming noises for the female.

MOOFY (gruff voice): You have displeased me for the last time, Stacy. I shall destroy you!

MOOFY (high voice): Oh, please forgive me! I'll do better next time, I promise! Have mercy!

MOOFY (gruff voice): Mercy is for the weak, you pathetic worm!

MOOFY (high voice): Noooooo...! GACK!

Moofy bites down on the head of the female doll, angrily biting it off. Then she turns and spits it a good twenty feet, directly into a trash can. Zim raises his eyebrows, visibly impressed, and then he rubs his chin while thinking.

MOOFY (gruff voice): I shall now do unspeakable things to your corpse, ha ha ha!

CUT TO: Zim steps over towards her as a big smile forms on his face. He kneels down and taps her on the shoulder.

ZIM (interrupting): Excuse me, Moofy, right?

She looks up at him with a huge smile and nods enthusiastically.

ZIM: I couldn't help noticing your extremely violent human-hating ways and your compact yet completely inconspicuous form. It seems you have many of the qualities I desire for some very special plans, so why don't you come with me and we can ...

Just then, a large girl's fat, ugly hand grips Zim's shoulder and turns him to face her.

ZOOM OUT to see a large, extremely ugly red-headed girl, GREG, leader of the Girly Rangers. Out of uniform she's a bit less hideous looking, wearing corduroy pants and a green sweatshirt. Three other cute little girls in revealing children's attire are standing around her.

GREG: Hey, mister! Are you trying to get this adorable and helpless little girl to go off with you?

ZIM: Uh, well, I was just wondering if she...

GREG: Look here, buddy. It's $200 for the rest of the day, and if you want her to wear her Girly Ranger outfit you have to leave a cleaning deposit.

Zim stutters and looks back and forth, utterly confused. Greg puts her arm around his back and they turn to face Moofy, who now spreads her legs wide in the air and playfully hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Zim looks back up at Greg, squinting and shrugging as he sputters unintelligibly.

GREG: Just have her back here by eight o'clock, and make sure you feed her dinner and give her a bath.

Greg takes her hand off of his shoulder and waves them around while complaining to no one in particular.

GREG (suddenly scowling): Like I need to tell you guys to give her a bath: you always do, yeah, but I mean after you're done, too. Their parents get mad when I bring them home all sticky.

Moofy and the other girls' eyes go wide as they turn to one another and nod emphatically in agreement.

GREG: Any questions?

ZIM: But... but... but...!

WOMAN: Sure: butt, pussy, mouth... Wherever you want as long as you don't hurt her.

Thoroughly flustered, Zim looks back at the little girl questioningly. Her blue eyes sparkle as she holds out her hand towards him and smiles beautifully. Zim's upper lip contorts as half squints one eye at her, completely flabbergasted.

ZIM (doubtfully): Oookaaaaay...

MOOFY (giggling): Of course! Anything to support the Girly Rangers.

Horrified, Zim turns sideways and stumbles back a few steps. Greg brings her meaty hand down on his shoulder again, clutching him tightly.

GREG: Look, we're not with Dateline or anything. Go ahead: take her and do your thing, or rather, have her do your thing, heh heh heh.

ZIM: No, you see, I didn't want her t...

GREG (interrupting): Hey, take your pick then!

Greg waves her free hand towards the other girls, who all move in and begin touching and stroking Zim's arms, chest and face. They slowly back him up behind some bushes. One girl starts rubbing her hand up his thigh, making his squeedly spooch tremble with strange and scary sensations. He tries to move away from Greg and the three girls, but Moofy has gotten up and blocks his escape. He desperately tries to remember what the bitty girl was selling when he first encountered her.

ZIM (panicking): No, this isn't what I had in mind. I just wanted to eat some of your, uh, sweet Girly Ranger cookies. Yes, that's it!

The girls smile and giggle, one even squealing with delight, as they begin to pull down their panties from underneath their short dresses. One lean girl lifts her skirt, showing off her unusually pudgy, hairless little vulva as Greg snaps her fingers, signaling another girl to pull a picnic blanket from the bushes and spread it open between Zim and the little exhibitionist.

ZIM: No, I mean, you know, like, chocolate cookies.

The little girl simply shrugs for a moment before turning around and bending over. Two other girls help support her while pulling up the back of her skirt. The girl reaches back with both hands and  spreads her cheeks wide, revealing her tiny pink pucker above the bottom of her round little cunny.

As Greg and Moofy try to help Zim to his knees, he breaks free and runs out of the bushes, screaming. Once back on the path, he turns back the way he came and runs as fast as he can.

ZIM (screaming): Giiiiir! I need you! Save me from these frightening creatures!

FADE OUT

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CUT TO: Back at Dib & Gaz's house, Dib is still sitting on the floor cuddling Gaz but he's now looking off into space, somewhat worried. Gaz glances up at his face, jutting out her lower lip to blow some of her messed up hair away from her eyes; then she gazes longingly at the Game Slave 2 plugged into the television. Inhaling sharply through her nose, her eyes cross in aggravation. Dib stops his absentminded strokes and looks down at her pretty eyes, getting her attention. Suddenly fearful, he slides his little sister off of his lap and slides back on his butt while pulling up his pants. Gaz's curiosity is piqued and she slides her legs around and stands on her knees, facing him with a questioning expression.

DIB (afraid): I can't believe it. I'm such a pervert! What did I just do to you, Gaz!

GAZ: Not much, actually. (grumbling) Unless boring me counts.

DIB (about to cry): Oh, man! I'm nothing but a lousy pedophile!

GAZ (flatly): Yeah. But with a little practice you'll be a fantastic pedophile.

DIB (annoyed): No, Gaz, I'm serious! This is bad. Real bad.

GAZ (deadpan): Oh yeah, it's so naughty. Someone spank me.

She looks Dib in his face and raises her eyebrows sarcastically, but before he can respond there's a loud SLAP! Gaz's face instantly takes on a horrifically angry expression, and Dib just freezes in place, looking behind his little sister but not believing his eyes.

QUICK PAN : Gir, squinting his red glowing eyes, is standing behind Gaz and leaning towards her with his left metal hand on her hip; his right claw is pressed flat against the little girl's deliciously smooth, round bum, where he had just spanked her.

GIR (seriously): I obey, mistress!

Eyes closed tightly, Gaz face turns red and she shudders with rage while Dib can only watch in horror. SLAP! The little robot spanks her again, then he mashes her butt cheek around with his caliper, as if making sure that the hard, painful slap doesn't somehow fall off.

GIR (eyes still red): Naughty little girls must be punished!

Gaz trembles and shakes, her blood boiling as she turns her head around as far as it will go, seething as she stares angrily into his eyes. The idiotic machine cocks his head sideways, to match Gaz's angle, and looks at her face curiously. Dib chokes for a moment, realizing that he's forgotten to breathe, and is shocked to see that Gir is cocking his arm back yet again.

DIB (weakly, almost tearful): Why would you do that, Gir?

Gir stops his arm and looks up at Dib. His eyes go wide and turn back to magenta as a huge, dopey smile fills the rest of his face. He bashfully leans on one leg while gently swaying the other back and forth.

GIR (embarrassed): 'Cause you two were ignoring me. Teeheehee.

Then, the insanely stupid robot lands his final spank on Gaz's behind, leaving a third red mark on an otherwise perfectly smooth, white bottom.

CUT TO - CLOSE UP: Dib covers his eyes with one hand and weakly waves bye-bye with the other. A terrifying fist-on-metal sounds is heard.

CUT TO: A huge explosion rips through the wall, sending dust and debris everywhere with a loud crash.

ZOOM OUT: It's the City Clerk's office, a large space with fifty desks, most of which are occupied by the senior clerks: men and women of various ages dressed in drab business attire.  All are either sleeping in their chairs, looking at porn on the Internet, making chains out of paper clips, drawing erotic pictures of WWOEC members, gossiping, etc. Only the junior clerk seems to even notice as he takes another sip of coffee from his Styrofoam cup.

CLERK (sighing): I guess I'll have to request an addendum to our cleanup budget.

He takes another sip as Zim, on his PAK's spider legs, scurries in and quickly pins the junior clerk up against the wall by his throat. Still, no one else there even glances to see what the fuss is about. Using two spider legs to immobilize the administrative putz, Zim comes to rest on his own feet.

CLERK: I told you, sir, I'm on a break. Go back to the end of the line and wait your turn.

ZIM: Silence! Your puny Earthenoid productivity-stoppage measures shall not be effective against Zim!

The clerk tries to take another sip of coffee, but Zim knocks the cup from his hand and then slaps him several times. However, the clerk barely even winces and, though pinned, attempts to reach for another cup.

CLERK (slightly annoyed): Sir, didn't anyone ever tell you that you can't fight city hall?

ZIM (slapping his face again): Oh, but I can!

CLERK: No you can't.

ZIM (more irritated): But I'm doing it -- I'm fighting city hall right now!

CLERK: But you can't.

ZIM: Why not?

CLERK: You're not supposed to.

ZIM: But I am!

CLERK: Then stop it.

ZIM: GAAAAH!

Zim raises his hands as he roars in frustration. After releasing one more growl, he rubs his chin while thinking. The clerk simply keeps trying to reach the cups. Zim turns back to the clerk, speaking in a calm yet assertive voice.

ZIM: You know, I actually found that animal-not-hurting presentation upstairs rather amusing. The disembodied voice went into great detail why I shouldn't electrocute, burn, dismember, or even suffocate those creatures that are even lower than you filthy, disgusting... er, I mean us filthy, disgusting humans. Sure, it sounds boring, until you realize one thing.

CLERK (dispassionately): What's that, sir.

Several more arms emerge from Zim's PAK, one holding a blowtorch which shoots out a long blue flame; another, a circular saw blade that revs up and then stops; the next two, a few feet apart, momentarily spewing sparks between them; and the last holding a hangman's noose. They all slowly close in on the clerk as Zim speaks.

ZIM (getting into his face): They didn't say you can't do all that to A HUMAN!

CLERK: Very interesting, sir. But you still need to go up to Animal Control on the third floor...

ZIM: ...OR JUST HIS ... let's see... TESTICLES! Sure, that works.

All of the mechanical arms suddenly drop to just in front of the clerk's crotch, flaming, sparking and revving loudly. The clerk deftly snatches the papers from Zim's hand and reaches to the counter.

CLERK: So that's 'Zim' with one Z and one M, right? (stamping and signing stuff before turning back to Zim.) Okay, here's the address where you can pick up your beloved pet, and I'm truly sorry for any inconvenience this has caused you.

ZIM (looking at the paper): Yes! Yes! Through fair negotiation, subtle persuasion and his mastery of appropriate Earth creature behavior, Zim is victorious once again!  HAHAHAHA!

CLERK: Do you mind?

ZIM (snapping back): What?

CLERK: Could you please put me down?

ZIM (thinking): Put you down? (to self) Oh, that was in the film, too. (to clerk) Yes, I'd be happy to 'put you down!'

ZOOM IN: Zim's laughing face as the various devices can be heard firing, zapping, and slicing up the clerk, who lets out a short blood-curdling scream. A few splatters of blood land on Zim's face as a few puffs of black smoke waft by. In the background, the other clerks still don't acknowledge that anything is amiss. Zim continues to laugh for several moments after the noises stop and then regains his composure. All of the arms return to his PAK.

ZOOM OUT: Looking at the papers in his hand, he tries to wipe some of the blood off. Then he holds the papers sideways, towards the smoldering and bloody spot on the wall, and points to one part.

ZIM: I can barely read your handwriting. Is that a 5 or a 6 in the address?  (looking at the mess) Oh, right.

He turns around and slowly heads to the gaping hole in the wall, pondering his next move while everyone else continues to ignore everything.

ZIM (suddenly excited): I know! I'll just call him on the communicator! Why didn't I think of it before? (activating it) Gir! Are you there? Come in, Gir. Where are you?

GIR (voice, playfully): I'm at Dib's house.

ZIM (frightened): DIB'S HOUSE!? Are you all right?

GIR (voice): We're playing "kick the robot doggie through stuff." *CRASH!* Wheeee! Again! Again!

GAZ (voice, angry): Why can't you be a good doggie and just DIE!

ZIM: Agh, my Gir!

Zim runs off through the gaping hole in the wall. The chief clerk comes out of his office and looks at the burnt and bloody hole in the wall, shaking his head in disappointment.

CHIEF: The new kids never listen: never actually help someone 'cause they'll just immolate, asphyxiate, decapitate, and fibrillate you in the end.

ANOTHER CLERK (sighing): Yeah, happens every time.

YET ANOTHER: No good deed goes unpunished -- that's what I always say.

PAN TO: Disembodied, bloody, and burnt head of clerk on the floor. His eyes blink a few times and then open.

JUNIOR CLERK: Well, it's still worth it for the pension plan.

FADE OUT

CUT TO: Outside of Dib's house as Zim runs up the street, passing an ambulance just leaving the scene and the WSPA van with two human-sized indents in the front and side. Zim rushes up to the front door and pulls out an extremely large blaster, which hums and revs as the power-cell charger counts up.

ZIM: Hurry up! Hurry up! I have to save Gir!

As it gets to 83%, a skinny, freckle-faced teenage pizza delivery girl comes up behind Zim with the pizzas.

GIRL: What are you doing?

ZIM (quickly hiding the still-whining weapon behind his back): Uh, something of mine is here and I just need to get inside to retrieve it.

The girl's eyes roll up, slightly crossed in irritation as she rings the doorbell.

DIB (yelling from inside): Come in! It's unlocked.

The woman glares smugly at Zim as she turns the knob and enters. Zim smiles nervously until her back is turned. Then he quickly turns the blaster off and puts it away before following her inside.

FOLLOW TO: Inside the foyer, facing the living room.

From the entryway, the girl and Zim can just see the back of Dib's head and shoulders over the large back of the living room couch. A frantic videogame battle takes place on the large-screen TV in front of him as he shimmies and shakes with the action, jumping from side to side and grunting.

DIB (without looking): Just leave it on the table. There's $20 there -- keep the change.

She puts the pizza down and picks up the $20 bill, dumbstruck.

GIRL (sarcastically): Uh... Thanks. Your total was $19.90, by the way.

DIB (barely turning to look back): Oh sorry, uhm, I kind'a can't get up right now...

The screen suddenly flashes "PAUSE" as a hint of Gaz's hair rises up just behind his head.

GAZ (angry whisper): Just go...

DIB (whisper): But she'll see...

GAZ: Here! Use your overcoat.

DIB: But...

GAZ: Geez, Dib! Do you want her to bring us cold pizza twice a week?

DIB (suddenly excited): Twice a week?

Dib instantly jumps up while strategically pulling his overcoat over his waist, covering up his little captain and its two privates, though it's clear that his legs are bare.  A bit awkwardly, he runs up to the delivery girl and quickly fishes around in his coat pocket, trying not to uncover himself as he pulls out a few bills and sticks them in her hand.

DIB (embarrassed): Here you go, and sorry about that. (nervous laugh) It's been a rough day and I'm still trying to, uh, unwind.

The woman's eyes light up when she sees that Dib accidentally handed her an additional $35.

Dib turns to rush back to the couch, pulling the overcoat around to cover his bony ass, but he stops short and faces her again when she calls to him.

GIRL: Hey, you just tipped me thirty-fi.. uh, twenty dollars for a twenty-dollar order.

She hands him back $15 while quickly pocketing the scrunched up $20 bill.

DIB: Uh, wow, thanks. That's really honest of you.

GIRL: Well, if you're broke then you won't be able to order any more pizza, right? (Her eyes light up as she steals a glance at his slick shaft.) Besides, maybe next time you can give me the big tip that's not in your pocket.

GAZ (to self): I guess I'll have to fix Gir then.

With a sly smile, she quickly turns walks out, leaving Dib standing there, dumbfounded until he finally sees that his raging hard-on was exposed. Gaz peeks over the couch at him, sighing with disappointment.

GIRL (chuckling to herself): He'll probably tip me $50 next time...

As the door closes behind the delivery woman, Dib excitedly tiptoes back towards the couch.

GAZ: Don't forget the pizza.

Dib stops mid-way, spins around, and tiptoes back to get the pizza boxes.

FOLLOW: Around the couch, bored-looking Gaz is reclining on the couch, completely naked, pressing the tip of her joystick against her pussy to scroll through the game menus while waiting for her brother and his two swollen heads to return.

Dib bring the pizza over and sits down, placing them to his left because Gaz is on his right; he grins at what he thinks is a clever trick to make Gaz reach across his lap. However, she just sighs and stands up on the couch, repositioning herself onto his still-slippery cock and then working herself down it until she's back on his lap. Only then does she slip her hand into a pizza box and pull out a slice, chomping on it as she wriggles her bum and un-pauses the videogame.

Enjoying sensations immensely, Dib simply stretches both arms on the back of the couch, puts his head back, and closes his yes.

GAZ (annoyed): Dib, your joystick...

DIB: What? I lost my last life three levels ago.

Gaz interrupts her gentle rocking and bucks her fanny sharply against his lap.

DIB: Oh!

Dib immediately sits back up, hooking his arms under her shoulders to fondle her chest and belly while swaying his hips back and forth, in time with her careful motions. Without much sliding in and out, his shaft soothingly works the insides of her tight, wet tunnel. Gaz barely lets out an "mmf" noise while continuing to play the game with one hand, grabbing another slice of pizza with the other, and gently fucking her brother at the same time. With a contented smile, Dib rests the side of his face against the back of her head and inhales sharply.

DIB (softly): Mmmm.... (suddenly stopping) Ugh, you need a bath! (He quickly reconsiders as the Ms. Pac Man between her legs squeezes a little more tightly around his tense Space Invader) Uhm, not right now, though.

Gaz shoves her remaining half slice of pizza into her mouth and takes the controller with both hands. Dib pulls her back against him a little tighter, taking a few moments to roll his hips and stimulate his slightly numb member a little differently. Gaz's left cheek quivers slightly as she represses a smirk, even though he can't see her face. The feeling of his warm manhood rubbing and pressing the sides of her pussy makes her close her eyes for a few seconds and forget to chew, yet she still manages to continue playing flawlessly.

GAZ (still chewing): Try and make me.

Dib resumes his slow humping and fondling, lowering his head to her right ear and sighing.

DIB (softly, sarcastic): Right.

His breath in her ear makes her miss one a shot in the game, but he instantly makes up for it by dropping head down to her right shoulder, kissing it with an open mouth and running his tongue back and forth between his lips. Gaz arches her back a little, pressing her butt cheeks into his hips and repeating the rolling motions back on him. She opens her eyes and continues playing while Dib takes the hint: he starts alternating between the slow humping and rolling motions while continuing to kiss her neck.

GAZ (seriously): Seriously.

Dib relaxes for a moment, his balls tightening as he imagines running his hands up and down her entire body, feeling her skin in the warm, soapy water. He digs his fingertips into her belly with one hand while making a washing motion over her chest with the other.

GAZ: Later.

Gaz grinds herself into his manhood, getting his attention, and he continues with renewed excitement as a familiar tingling grows in his loins. Without thinking, he digs his toes into the carpet, raising his knees and spreading his thighs; Gaz, having poor leverage because she's already wide open, tries to squeeze her legs together, which creates a wonderful tension between them as her big brother works his shaft a bit faster and more forcefully. Lowering his head, Dib kisses and sucks her neck and shoulder passionately. Gaz's breathing becomes more intense as she returns his strokes, faces down a game boss, and finishes swallowing her pizza.

Just then, Zim scurries into the living room from the kitchen. He catches a good side view of the motion but it just looks like "typical weird Earth behavior" to him.

ZIM: Puny Dib!

Gaz snickers but doesn't take her attention away from the game or stop writhing as one with her brother. Dib doesn't look up from his tender oral ministrations, either.

ZIM (rising excitement): What have you done to Gir! I am here to claim him and take him home, you foolish creatures! I shall not give up until you return him to MEEEE!

DIB (not even looking up): Sure, whatever.

ZIM (suddenly direct): Really, I give up. Where is he?

Dib steals an annoyed glance at his alien rival, his motions becoming slightly erratic as Zim's presence starts to irritate him. Gaz inhales sharply through her nose, annoyed by the sudden unsteadiness of the piston that had been working and stretching her tight little pussy so wonderfully up until now.

GAZ (annoyed): Go away, Zim!

ZIM (stepping in front of the television): Tell me or I will tear you both limb-from-limb and boil your fetid carcasses in the city cesspool! Tell me NOOOOW!

DIB (dismissively): Sure, whatever.

Gaz elbows Dib forcefully in his chest and then leans to her left, trying to continue her game despite Zim's obstruction.

DIB (breathlessly yet without passion): I mean, ha, you'll never get away with it, Zim. I will defeat your evil plan... later, okay?

Zim waves his arms erratically and steps forward, letting out a scream of frustration. Gaz can barely see the screen anymore.

ZIM: Tell me! Where is Gir!?

GAZ (pissy): He's in the fireplace! Now get out of my way.

ZIM (shocked): The fireplace!

GAZ: He's just taking a nap there, (softly grumbling) after I whacked him against the bricks a few times.

Zim turns to the fireplace and rushes over, pulling out the somewhat dirty and very twisted body of his robot companion. Gir's magenta eyes slowly brighten and dim, but they pulse red for a brief moment as Zim picks him up and embraces him tightly. Zim presses his face against Gir's metal chest and closes his eyes, fighting back the tears of both joy and sadness.

On the couch, Gaz's fingers work the controller almost as feverishly as her brother is pressing and grinding his tool into her tight young baby hole. He quickly gets back into the swing of things as Gaz lowers the controller to her pussy and turns it sideways, working the edge against her desirous clitoris yet still playing well with the controller in that unwieldy position.

ZIM: Gir! Speak to me! Are you all right?

Gir's eyes brighten a little as he lifts his head slightly. Zim raises his head and looks intently into the robot's eyes as he speaks.

GIR (chirping): Look what I can do!

Gir's head immediately falls off with a snapping sound, one last cable stopping it only inches above the floor.

ZIM: Gir!

GIR (giggling): I feel lightheaded, teeheehee.

Without loosening his firm grip on Gir's body, Zim sways back and forth, letting Gir's head swing a little. Then, looking rather uncomfortable about it, Zim uses a foot to swing the head higher so he can catch it on top of Gir's body.

ZIM (comforting): Don't worry, Gir. You'll be good as new in no time. Maybe better. (catching himself) Pfft! Not that you could be any worse, worrying me like that...

Zim hurries to the front door, kicking it open so hard that it bounces and slams shut an instant after he passes through.

The alien threat gone, now that Gaz beaten the final level, she lets the controller drop and quickly guides her brother's right hand to take its place in the top of her slit. Then, with both hands, she reaches back and grips both sides of Dib's waist to steady herself as the tempo increases. Their perspiration now forming a slippery layer between the siblings, the two struggle to keep steady as the pleasure builds up inside each of them.

Dib quickly jabs his left hand into the pizza box and then brings his sauce-and-cheese covered fingers to Gaz's face, rubbing one back and forth between her lips; she grabs it with her lips and begins to suck and tongue it. In their passionate struggles, he ends up jamming his finger a bit too far into her throat, but this only excites her more. The little girl opens up, taking a second finger into her warm, smooth mouth and getting some pizza sauce on her cheeks, chin, and nose.

She feels her insides tensing up again as the breathing through her cute little nose becomes frantic. Grimacing with effort, she scrapes the boy's fingers with her teeth and continues to work them in her mouth while his tense shaft thoroughly massages the inside of her dripping pussy. Dib is now nearly pinching her exposed, slippery clit between his thumb and forefinger as he flicks his pinky back and forth across her labia.  Gaz starts to lose control and pulls her head back against Dib, temporarily leaving his fingertips on her lips as she cries out in the most romantic language she knows.

GAZ: Charge your special attack, Dib -- I need you to fire NOW!

She immediately sucks his fingers back into her mouth and starts jerking her head up and down on them. Dib works himself inside of her even faster and slides his left hand down to his own ball sack, stroking it as he tries to catch up. It only manages to interfere with his pounding, so he returns it to her nub and presses it tightly, drawing around and over it in slow, hard circles in hopes of slowing her down. However, Gaz only gasps and tightens up around his nearly-ready snake.

DIB (pained): Not yet, Gaz! Not quite...!

Now fighting to hold on both to her cresting climax and her frantic, sweaty brother, Gaz bites down gently on his fingers and arches her back incredibly far, scraping his digits pleasantly on the way out.  Dib immediately returns his messy left hand to her right breast, fondling and pinching it mercilessly. Her butt now rises and falls with his motions, making his cock slide halfway out before pounding all the way back into her, and she stretches her head and face back far enough to put her mouth against his left ear; her hot breath against it sends ripples of electricity through him, and she even manages to seductively puff with each P and lick with each L as she literally whispers in his ear.

GAZ: LLLoch Ness monsterssssss... TeLLLePathy... PerPetuaLLL motion...

Dib's eyes roll back in his head before his eyes clench shut. Unable to contain herself any more, Gaz's insides explode with delight. With a pained grunt, she presses her bottom hard onto her big brother's aching cock. He struggles to catch his breath as her cervix dances over the tip of his tensing member and she wraps her lips around her brother's ear, taking almost all of it into her mouth as she struggles to deliver the final blow.

GAZ (flicking her tongue even more): ALLLLLLiens...

Gaz snaps her head sideways, her eyes closed as she now pants uncontrollably. Her forehead rests against Dib's reddened cheek as he presses his hips up and digs his fingernails into her breast, pulling her back against his chest; his right hand clenches, driving his index finger just below her love nub and his thumb hard just above her mound -- basically gripping the top of her vulva as he presses her down against his exploding rod. Gaz digs her teeth into her lower lip and tears of pain start to well up in her eyes because of the sudden extreme pressure and tightness inside her little body. She writhes, letting her nose and upper lip graze against his shoulder as she feels the hot, wet boy juice flooding her tiny cavern of delights. Her insides constrict his organ in time with his mini-explosions, letting his sperm wash deep inside of her. For several agonizing seconds, Dib and Gaz hold their uncomfortable positions, squirming and rubbing ever so slightly as they extract every morsel of pleasure from their mutual orgasm.

Then, they remain locked in that position for over a minute, afraid to move even a muscle until they're both positive that the other has been satisfied beyond any doubt. Slowly, Dib lowers his bum, careful not to let his sister slip off of his extremely-sensitive and rather sore penis.  He finally relaxes his aching calves, lowering his feet to the ground and closing his legs, much to his exhausted sister's relief. Gaz relaxes her back and slumps against her brother's chest, so he leans forward and gives her cheek a quick kiss. She shifts herself sideways, unintentionally making his softening meat slip almost completely out of her while tickling her slightly.

She looks up at him and notices the sauce on his cheek. Then, to his momentary dismay, she lifts herself completely off of him but immediately turns around to face him, resting her knees on either side of his hips so that their faces are at the same level. He instinctively puts his hands on her hips as she rests her hands on his shoulders. Gaz opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out slightly before leaning in towards his face. He leans in to kiss her, too, but she immediately raises her hands to the sides of his head, her belly and chest pressing against him, and turns his head to his left.

GAZ: You have pizza sauce on your face.

Before he can protest, she leans in again and spends several seconds slowly, carefully licking it off. Once he's clean, she stops and leans back to make sure she got it all before resting her hands on his chest, pressing ever so slightly. Absentmindedly, her thumbs run small circles around his boy nipples.

DIB (trying not to smile): Well, your face is covered with it.

He leans forward and starts licking greedily around her lips, chin, and even the tip of her nose, trying to get it all off as she closes her eyes and resists the urge to pull back from him. She tilts her head back, giving him complete access to her neck as well as he hungrily licks her clean. Once done, he quickly backs away and looks at the pizza boxes.

DIB: Wow, that's good. Hey, I just realized I haven't had any pizza yet.

He reaches for a slice but Gaz stays his hand. Then she starts to get up again.

GAZ: Dib, finish cleaning me off first.

Dib looks at her, confused, as she leans to his left and reaches into the pizza box herself with her right hand.

DIB: Where? I don't...

Gaz holds herself straight in front of him again, having pulled out a handful of sauce and toppings. Slowly, deliberately, she rubs it against her reddened and dripping cunny, making sure to get only from the top of her bulge to her clitty before moving rubbing the insides of her thighs, carefully avoiding her pee hole and already-sore tunnel of lust.

Then, she holds her messy fingers up in front of her brother's eager lips, and he immediately takes all of them into his mouth and tries to treat them as expertly as she had been treating his various appendages. She hooks her fingers against his teeth, drawing him sideways and onto his knees as she reclines to his right and spreads her legs, one hanging nearly to the floor as the other ankle rests on the back of the couch. Without any hesitation, Dib moves his head in between her legs and starts licking and sucking up the sauce and their combined juices.

DIB (lips against her): This doesn't count as a bath, by the way.

FADE OUT