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Dib paced, ripping his jacket off and chucking it across the room. He glanced to the bed and then huffed, running his hands over his face. What in the actual fuck am I doing? Dib wondered as he resisted the urge to slam his own head against the wall. Dib moved to his desk chair and pulled his shoes and socks off, launching them into his closet.
Dib figured if he was going to do this, he may as well be . . . comfortable.
Dib stood and walked to the foot of the bed, staring at the lone occupant.
Dib had finally managed to figure out a way to knock Zim out and capture him. After years and years of studying the creature, he managed to make a shell that would cover the alien’s PAK and keep him from using any of his advanced technology.
Currently, Zim was unconscious on Dib’s bed, shell securely strapped to his PAK. It probably would have been cooler if Dib had him strapped down on some sort of examination table. But Dib couldn’t fit one of those in his already crowded bedroom and Zim’s PAK would make that difficult anyway. At least on the bed, Zim could be laid out flat.
Yes, Dib was going to do it.
Dib removed Zim’s gloves and shirt, using a knife to cut the uniform free from his PAK. Then Dib used hand cuffs to restrain Zim, one arm to each corner of the headboard. Next Dib removed Zim’s stupid wig and contacts. After that Dib removed Zim’s boots. Dib reached for Zim’s leggings and hesitated for only a moment before squeezing his eyes shut and pulling them off. Slowly, Dib opened one eye and peeked.
Dib quickly opened both eyes and squinted trying to get a better look. He started to lean in closer and then caught himself, backing away again.
Wow. Dib had not known what he was expecting – not that Dib thought about Zim’s parts very much – but it certainly hadn’t been what he was looking at now.
Dib had always pictured Zim to have some version of a shaft. Something like Dib’s own, albeit more alien. Even though Zim had a tiny, bug-like frame and claws, he still had a humanoid figure – two legs and arms, a head. Dib had assumed his genitals would be similar as well.
Either that, or Dib assumed Zim was entirely junkless. After all, in all their time spent in school, Zim had never showed an inclination toward anyone . . .
But he wasn’t completely junkless, Dib saw, as he continued to stare in between Zim’s legs.
He had . . . folds? It wasn’t like a human female, as Zim’s skin was firm and hairless, but the skin between his legs, stretching from the top of his thighs downward, folded together to make a thin, long slit.
Dib shook himself out of his stupor and moved to lock Zim’s legs down just as he had done with his arms. Only he had to add some chain, as Zim’s tiny legs could not reach the footboard.
Zim may not have the power of his PAK behind him, but Dib knew not to underestimate the little alien. Even without his PAK, Zim was much stronger than he looked. Dib studied him for a minute, calculating if the restraints would hold. He totally wasn’t looking for any other reason. However, Dib did notice that Zim’s invader uniform had done a great job at hiding the way his small waist curved into wider hips.
And then Dib moved to his desk chair and waited for Zim to wake up. He waited and waited, trying not to stare at what was in between Zim’s legs. Until finally, huffing, Dib strode over and lightly slapped Zim on the cheek.
“Earth to space boy,” Dib growled.
“Ahhh!” Zim screamed, thrashing wildly against the restraints. His wide red eyes found Dib, and for a moment he looked scared, then he squinted and screeched, “what is this, Dib-thing! Let Zim go this instant!”
“No,” Dib said.
“Dib—” Zim growled, and then he froze. Slowly, Zim looked down and took in his own nakedness. His eyes widened, a hot blush ran across his nose less face, and he began to tare wildly at his bindings again. “Dib, where are Zim’s clothes!”
Dib looked at the floor as he replied, “how am I supposed to do a full examination if you’re wearing—”
“WHERE ARE ZIM’S CLOTHES!!” the little alien screamed, louder than Dib had ever heard, which was really saying something considering Zim’s normal volume was usually a yell of some sort.
Dib sighed and met Zim’s eyes again.
“Chill out—”
“Chill out?” Zim growled. “CHILL OUT? You want me to chill out when you have me tied to your bed and you’ve STOLEN ALL OF MY CLOTHES!!”
Well, Dib thought, when Zim said it like that it did seem a little . . . odd. But, fuck, Dib was in way too deep to turn back now.
“Stop being so surprised!” Dib growled right back at the infuriating little green creature. “I’ve been saying I was going to do this since the day we met!”
“I recall nothing about the Dib-thing stealing my clothes and seeing me uncovered!” Zim said angrily, turning up his chin.
“Well,” Dib said, trying to sound more confident than he felt, “it’s part of the process.”
Zim growled in frustration one last time and then his whole body sagged against the mattress. One of his antennae shot toward Dib as he glared hatefully at him.
“You have humiliated Zim,” Zim said coolly, for once not yelling, “when I get free – and I will get free – you are going to pay, Dib-human.”
Dib blinked, a shiver running down his spine. But he swallowed down any fear and moved forward. Then paused. Dib didn’t have much of a plan. He mostly had been thinking about getting through that initial argument with Zim. Now . . .
Dib stood there stupidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the little alien currently naked and bound to Dib’s bed.
Dib was never planning on cutting Zim open. He had his x-ray googles if he wanted to see inside Zim. Mainly, he had wanted to feel Zim’s skin, study the way his claws melted into his fingers and feet. Dib was curious about Zim’s antennae, too, and how they connected to his head. He was curious about what Zim looked like, felt like, under his uniform.
That was scientific, right?
“Well,” Zim spat. “Get on with it!”
Dib glared and stalked forward. He would start with the antennae. Dib took one between his fingers, and carefully ran it between them. It seemed so delicate. Dib took his time around the base, rubbing slowly, studying how the thing connected to Zim’s head.
Suddenly, Zim let out a high-pitched gasp and then growled threateningly.
“Does this hurt?” Dib asked, his brows knitted in concern. He softened his touch even more but continued to play with the antenna. Dib couldn’t help himself. He’d wondered what Zim’s antennae felt like for so long.
“No,” Zim spat through gritted teeth. “Zim is fine – ahhhh –”
The alien squeezed his eyes shut as if he was lying to Dib and was actually in pain. Dib ceased his rubbing and was about to apologize until a scent suddenly flooded the room.
“Oh my god,” Dib moaned, he couldn’t help it. The scent was the most glorious thing he had ever smelled. “What is that?”
Dib started to sniff around and concluded the scent was coming from Zim. He began to sniff the creature, trying to find the source of the heavenly scent.
“Dib,” Zim said. He sounded frantic and began to pull at his bindings again. “Dib! Dib, stop!”
“Why?” Dib said, lost in the wonderful smell. “I don’t think I can.”
Dib really wasn’t sure if he could stop. The scent was completely intoxicating.
“Ugh,” Zim groaned, closing his eyes tight and refusing to look at Dib.
The scent suddenly became stronger, and Dib moaned loudly, the delicious smell dancing up his nose and flooding his body with warmth. He felt like he might pass out as all the blood left his brain and rushed to his cock.
Zim tried desperately to close his legs, and that’s when Dib realized where the smell was coming from. He placed both hands on Zim’s hips, holding the squirming alien down. Dib climbed on the bed in between Zim’s legs and stuck his nose as close as he could to Zim’s slit without touching it. Then he inhaled.
Dib nearly fell over. Never in his life had he smelled something so perfect – and it was coming from between Zim’s legs! Oh, my god, Dib thought, taking another sniff. It took everything in him not to lean forward and insert his nose in there.
Zim whimpered, sounding in pain. Dib looked up at him and was startled to find large red eyes staring right back at him. Zim looked desperate and confused, his mouth sagging open the slightest bit. His antennae were twitching wildly in every direction.
“You – you smell good, Zim,” Dib said, close enough that the heat from his breath ghosted along Zim’s slit.
Dib watched in complete fascination as Zim’s mouth opened fully. He sucked in huge breaths as his long tongue fell out and stayed there.
Dib looked down at Zim’s slit again. As he watched, the folds quivered and became the slightest bit swollen. Then, suddenly, a thick glob of pale pink liquid squirted out and dribbled along Zim’s entrance.
“What in the fuck,” Dib said, completely mesmerized. Dib sat back on his haunches. He took one shaking finger and slowly scooped some of it up, doing his best not to go inside Zim’s passage.
“GAHH!” Zim groaned, and another thick glob of shimmering liquid spilled out of him.
Dib brought the liquid to his nose and sniffed. It was sweet and wonderful, and definitely the source of the intoxicating scent coming from Zim’s body.
Dib stared at Zim’s wrecked face as he scooped up another glob, this time using two fingers and dipping into Zim’s slit just the slightest bit. Zim’s antennae shot forward and then back again. His tongue still hung limply from his mouth.
Dib was probably going to be ashamed about this later, but he couldn’t help himself at the moment. He kept their eyes locked as his tongue darted out and licked Zim’s juice from his fingertips.
Dib’s eyes rolled back in head, and he moaned, long and loud. It was literally the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He instantly started sweating, his head spinning. Dib’s cock had gotten hard as soon as he caught a whiff of Zim’s scent, but the at taste – oh god, the taste – Dib’s cock instantly throbbed against his jeans. Zim blinked at him, tilted his head, and flicked his antennae toward Dib.
Dib licked his fingers again and came harder than he ever had before. Dib nearly blacked out with the force of it, and his body convulsed uncontrollably for a few seconds.
“Dib-thing?” Zim questioned. He still looked a mess, but his tongue had returned to his mouth, and he was staring at Dib like he wasn’t quite sure what he just saw or smelled.
“Oh my god, Zim,” Dib finally sagged down, all life draining from him. He fell forward, his head coming to rest on Zim’s belly. He ignored how ridiculous he probably looked – knelt between Zim’s legs, ass in the air as he caught his breath.
Fully clothed with come already starting to cool inside his boxers.
“Dib-thing?” Zim said again, more urgent.
“Hmm?”
“Are you . . . ?” Zim trailed off, so Dib sat back up and forced himself to look at Zim. The creature wouldn’t meet Dib’s eye. “Do you . . . do you like Zim like this?”
Zim’s cheeks were a brilliant shade of purple. A new color for the alien that Dib had never seen before. Dib did like it. He liked all of it. If that wasn’t abundantly clear, you know, after the spectacular show of Dib coming, untouched, inside his jeans.
“Yes, Zim.” Dib smiled, self-deprecatingly. Zim was sometimes an idiot, but Dib knew better than to try to lie his way out of this. “I liked it.”
Or maybe it was just after seeing, smelling, and tasting Zim as he had, Dib knew he couldn’t deny it. Any of it.
“You smell funny,” Zim said, flicked an antenna closer.
Dib chuckled, reaching into his pocket to find the handcuff keys. It seemed all kinds of wrong to keep Zim tied up after that display. Maybe it had been all along.
Okay, it had been.
Zim didn’t seem mad anymore though.
“I came in my pants, Zim,” Dib said.
“You came?”
“Oh, come on,” Dib started, glaring at the alien. “You’ve been here for how long now? You’re a senior in high school for crying out loud. You can’t tell me you don’t know what that means.”
Zim continued to blush, and he wouldn’t meet Dib’s eye.
“Zim knows what it means!” Zim said harshly. “Zim is just confused! Dib-human should do the coming for pretty human females. Not Zim!”
Dib finally reached up and released Zim from the hand cuffs. Zim quickly leaned up on his elbows to watch as Dib undid his feet. Dib was surprised when the alien just stayed there and stared at Dib instead of bolting for the door. Or, you know, murdering Dib on the spot.
“Well?” Zim asked.
“You smell good,” Dib said, shrugging. “You taste even better. I’m . . . used to the way you look,” Dib forced himself to hold Zim’s gaze as he continued, “I like the way you look, Zim.”
The scent flared again, and Dib glanced down to see another glob of liquid squirt from Zim’s slit.
Dib quirked an eyebrow at Zim, and the alien merely let his long tongue poke out and run across the bottom of his mouth.
“I think you like this, too,” Dib said. He climbed over Zim’s leg and stood, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand. Dib watched Zim watch him as he pulled his shirt over his head. Zim gasped, ruby eyes flying to his chest. And then down, as Dib unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. Even though Dib had just come, he still wanted more. With Zim’s perfect scent flooding the room and his big eyes watching Dib’s every move, Dib’s cock was slowly starting to thicken again.
Dib stepped out of his boxers and went to use them to clean the rest of the mess he’d made. But Zim sat up and stopped him with his hand. He took one of his claws and carefully scooped up some of Dib’s smeared cum onto it. Zim brought it to his mouth and licked it.
“Ugh,” Zim said, shaking his head and wiping his hand on the bed. “Disgusting!”
Dib chuckled and used his boxers to clean the rest. Then he got back in between Zim’s legs, hooking his arms under the knees, and pushing his legs back so he could have full access to Zim’s leaking slit.
“Dib-thing?” Zim said, looking down at Dib between his legs. “What are you—”
Zim broke off his speech, falling into a series of animalistic mewls as Dib stuck his face right against Zim’s slit and licked.
Dib’s face was instantly covered in the pale, shimmering liquid as Zim’s little body started to writhe and squirt uncontrollably. Dib didn’t care, it only made him want more. Dib stuck his tongue inside and gathered some straight from the source. He moaned against Zim’s quivering slit as the sweet liquid slid down his throat.
Dib continued to lick all over Zim’s passage, not sure what area felt best for Zim. Everything Dib did seemed to make the alien leak more and more, so he had to be doing something right.
Dib dropped one of Zim’s legs and used his finger to wiggle along the slippery line. Dib could feel the folds as they continued to swell around his tongue, and he wanted more. Slowly, Dib slid his finger in as he sucked on the very top of Zim’s slit.
Zim froze, looking down at Dib with unsure eyes.
“Is this okay?” Dib asked, pulling away the tiniest bit.
“Zim – ah – Zim does not know,” Zim said, he was still turned on beyond belief, his slit spitting out more liquid. But there was something uncertain in his eyes, something scared.
“If it starts to hurt, tell me,” Dib said. “I’ll stop, I promise.”
Zim did his best to glare, but it was weak considering the way his whole body still quivered.
“Dib-human likes to hurt Zim,” Zim said.
“Not like this,” Dib said seriously, hoping Zim understood what he meant.
Zim hesitated, but eventually nodded.
Dib smirked and began to move his finger slowly in and out of Zim’s passage.
“Besides, Zim,” Dib started, watching how the alien’s eyes rolled back in his head. “You’re so slick for me, I don’t think I could hurt you if I tried.”
“Aaaaahhh,” was all Zim said in reply. His head fell back against the mattress and Dib took that as consent to continue.
Dib went to work sucking and licking as he finger fucked the little alien. Zim didn’t even flinch when he added another finger. Honestly, for such a small body, Zim had a rather long and wide passage. Dib could for sure fit his cock in there, if Zim ended up wanting that, that is.
God, he hoped Zim wanted that.
Dib was completely lost. He knew deep in his mind somewhere that he’d wanted Zim for a long time. There had been fractalized dreams, where he’d woken up with Zim’s smirk in his mind and cooling come in his boxers. There had been times during the day too, when he’d space out in class and come back to himself only to realize he’d lost twenty minutes staring at the back of Zim’s head. Despite knowing all this, Dib had no idea how much having Zim like this would affect him.
Zim trembled and moaned as Dib worked him open, and Dib had never felt more powerful in his life. Zim clawed at the sheets and gasped, barely able to keep his eyes open. Dib felt like he was glowing from the inside out. He couldn’t have turned back now even if he wanted to.
Dib was confused as the swelling at the top of Zim’s entrance became harder. Dib removed his mouth so he could investigate. Emerging from the slit was a round bump the color of bubblegum. Dib could feel it swelling inside, pushing his fingers down, but he continued to pump in out of Zim, completely fascinated.
Suddenly, Zim gave a loud cry and Dib watched, mesmerized, as the bump uncurled itself and stood up, quickly filling with blood or some other alien thing.
“Holy fuck,” Dib said, breathless as he stared it. The base was thick and disappeared into Zim’s body. It was about four inches long and tapered, becoming a dark purple at the tip. It was covered in the same shimmering liquid that spewed from Zim’s slit.
“What?” Zim said, quickly sitting up. He caught sight of the thing and screamed, flailing. He almost dislodged himself from Dib’s fingers, but Dib moved his grip to Zim’s waist and held him down, starting to slightly move the fingers of his other hand in and out of Zim again. The new member made the passage much, much tighter, and smaller. Where there had been some give before, the shaft protruding out of Zim pushed Dib’s fingers to the very bottom of Zim’s slit and he was suddenly pushing against every wall.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dib growled, holding the tiny squirming alien down. “You act like you’ve never seen your own cock before.”
Zim froze, panting down at Dib with his huge red eyes. “Of course, Zim’s seen his own body! It’s just . . . it’s been a long time. I was young the last time this happened. Very young.”
“Oh,” Dib smirked. “So, you’re saying no one has ever done this before?”
Dib licked a long line up the underside of Zim’s shaft.
“Oh, Irk!” Zim cried, this time flailing so out of control that Dib couldn’t even hold him down. Zim twitched and jerked, bringing his knees up to his chest and then kicking back out again. He managed to dislodge Dib’s fingers and claw him in the face with one of his feet. Dib ignored the pain, completely fascinated with the mewling creature on his bed.
“Did that hurt?” Dib asked, too curious. Maybe his saliva had burnt Zim?
But as Zim finally relaxed Dib could see that Zim was covered in a fresh wave of juice, dripping tastily down his cock.
“No,” Zim panted. “Just DON’T do that again.”
“Okay, okay,” Dib said, positioning the alien how he wanted him again. “I have a better idea anyway.”
Zim looked down at Dib, worried but slightly curious.
Dib stuck two fingers back into Zim’s now incredibly tight passage. He turned them and curled them along the part of Zim’s cock that was still inside his body. Rubbing repeatedly, reaching as deep into Zim as he could.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Zim cried. “Dib-thing!”
Dib smiled, loving the way Zim shouted out his name. Zim was completely desperate for what Dib was giving him.
Dib continued to play with the little alien, watching as more liquid leaked out from his hole and the tip of his cock. He couldn’t believe Zim hadn’t come yet. If what Dib understood was true, then the invader had never had sex before. Dib hadn’t either and he was already close again, even after his amazing display earlier. Maybe Zim couldn’t come? Or the juice from his tip was him coming? Did Zim even know what his own body was capable of?
Dib frowned, then decided to just go for it. He removed his fingers and sat up. Dib made sure Zim was watching him as he took his slick covered hand and began to stroke his own cock.
Zim gulped but watched Dib’s every move. He looked . . . interested?
“Do you . . .” Dib trailed off. He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. Even though he had just had his fingers and mouth all over Zim, he couldn’t quite say: do you want to get fucked by me, Zim?
“You’re . . . big,” Zim said, a slight quiver in his voice came through the haze of arousal between them.
“Compared to you, I know,” Dib said. He was disappointed. He had wanted this so bad. But Zim was right, Dib was much bigger, and his cock wasn’t exactly on the small size, even for human standards. With how tight Zim’s passage had become, it would be a tight squeeze for Dib’s cock. Not to mention his small hips. Despite the slight curve, they were still tiny. “We don’t have to—”
All the air in Dib’s lungs rushed out as Zim leaned back, hooking his arms under his knees, and holding himself open for Dib.
“Do it,” Zim growled, suddenly all determination.
“Are you sure—”
“Zim said DO IT!!” Zim bared his teeth at Dib and pulled his legs a little further apart.
Dib swallowed around the suddenly thick air. He wanted this so bad and now it was really happening.
Dib lined up with Zim’s passage, circling around the opening a few times before he slowly started to push inward. It was tight – very, very tight – but Zim’s walls accommodated him, and he was able to get a good couple inches in. He watched Zim’s face for signs of discomfort, but so far Zim’s only reaction had been to let his head fall back, his tongue falling out of the side of his mouth again.
“Dib,” Zim moaned. “You—you’re inside Zim.”
“I know,” Dib growled. He wanted to pound into Zim so bad, but the grip around his cock was so tight and Dib knew for a fact he would hurt Zim if he started fucking him as hard as he wanted too.
Instead, Dib moved achingly slow, pulling out and going back in, only the first couple inches of his dick working into Zim. Even like this the feeling was amazing. Dib could feel the hard pressure of Zim’s cock rubbing against the top of his and he had Zim’s smooth squishy passage gripping the underside. All of it was so deliciously slick from Zim’s sweet juice.
“More,” Zim moaned. “Dib, please!”
Dib worked more of his cock into him and started a faster pace. He had about four inches in when suddenly Zim cried out, and Dib felt Zim’s cock pump from the inside. A darker pink liquid shot from the tip of Zim’s cock, literally painting Dib’s chest in the sticky come.
“Oh!” Zim said and then he just melted. Dib could feel as his passage gave way and made room for Dib, and Dib didn’t waste any time. He slammed all eight inches of his cock into Zim and fucked him like he’d been waiting to.
Zim screamed and Dib felt Zim’s cock pumping again along his own and soon more pink liquid shot out between them.
“Oh, fuck, Zim!” Dib shouted. He was so close, and every time Zim’s cock pumped it squeezed Dib impossibly tighter.
Dib made the mistake of looking down, where his cock slammed into Zim. Dib could see how Zim’s passage just completely swallowed his cock. Dib couldn’t believe it. Zim was so tiny, but he took all of Dib in so hungrily, stretching to fit every inch. It was so fucked up.
It was the hottest thing Dib had ever seen.
Dib couldn’t take it. He lost it. Holding Zim down as he shot his come deep inside of the little creature. Zim cried out and gave one last pump of his own come, this one much smaller than the last two.
Dib collapsed on top of Zim, breathing in his sweet scent, shaking with the strength of his orgasm.
“Dib-thing!” Zim said and swatted at his shoulder. “You crush Zim! Remove yourself this instant!”
Dib sat up; his softening cock slipped from Zim with a wet sound. Dib watched in fascination as Zim’s cock curled back up and the bump disappeared back inside his body.
“Eh, wow,” Zim said, staring at Dib without really looking him in the eye. Dib rolled his eyes and flopped onto his back next to Zim. He pulled the little alien on top of him. Christ, Zim really was so small. It was sometimes hard to believe that Zim was much, much older than him even though he was still the same size as when they first met. They had been around the same size when Dib was twelve and, back then, he had assumed Zim would grow up with him. However, now he was sure Zim had pretty much been done growing when he’d arrived on earth.
“You’re tiny, you know that?” Dib said.
Zim leaned down and bit him on the neck, hard.
“Ow!” Dib said but made no move to get the little Irken off him.
“Zim is not small!” Zim growled. “You are just insufferably big, Dib-stink!”
“Insufferably?” Dib smirked.
Zim blushed. Dib could get used to this making Zim blush thing.
“Get this thing off my PAK,” Zim commanded, and it was Dib’s turn to blush. He had completely forgotten that Zim still had the shell on.
Dib quickly got to work removing it.
“Ahhh,” Zim smiled wickedly and was suddenly up on all his PAK legs. It was almost as if he was stretching them out. He put them back in and landed on the bed next to Dib.
“Go shower, human,” Zim said. “Zim will be here when you get back.”
Dib did as Zim commanded, he was filthy after all, and with Zim’s PAK free the alien had already managed to somehow become sparkly clean again. Dib grabbed some fresh clothes and gave Zim one last glance before heading to the bathroom. He didn’t understand the unreadable look on Zim’s face, but he hoped the little alien really would stay.
When Dib returned, he found Zim lounging in Dib’s desk chair, drowning in one of Dib’s old hoodies. He had his leggings, gloves, and boots back on, but the invader top was not to be seen. His human disguise sat on the desk behind him, and Dib loved seeing Zim’s antennae twitch as Dib came in.
Zim looked him over.
“You seem . . . different, Dib-human,” Zim concluded.
Dib walked over to the alien and held out his hand. Zim allowed himself to be pulled into Dib’s embrace. One of Dib’s hands came to a rest on Zim’s waist. His other hand found Zim’s PAK, hidden under Dib’s hoodie, and he pulled Zim flush against body. Zim looked up at Dib with his beautiful red eyes. Dib stared back.
“So do you,” Dib replied.