Somewhere among the floating dirtball in space, lied a ho-hum town, with your average ho-hum house, its form tethered to buildings on either side, with gnomes littered about in the stomping grounds in front of the inconspicuous bathroom door of the entrance, and beneath this oh-so absolutely-normal ho-hum of a house, lied the ginormous smorgasboard of ominous, alien technology, with the throaty hum of pulsating machinery sounding throughout every nook and cranny.

Through this metallic madness, was its methodical master--an extra-terrestrial with a cherubic appearance--it was Zim, the Irken Invader, "assigned" to the duty of capturing Planet Earth, already at work with another one of his dastardly plans to commit worldwide conquering.

Although, at this point, the well was running dry of well-laid, well-thought plans. And it could be difficult thinking of new ideas when you always have a stupid, inferior wormbaby at his disposal if his once "perfect" plans. Even Zim knew in the back of his large cranium that new-plan pondering was getting  ever more harder as time went on, but he'd be damned if he had to admit defeat!

"Defeat has no place in my abode, for I am ZIIIM!" he pridefully proclaimed in the lab, standing atop a chair, exaggerating his statement with a finger pointed upward.

"I am ZIIIIMMMM!" his loyal lackey, the diminutive minion-bot GIR reiterated, having already climbed on top of his Irken master.

"GIIIIR," the Irken said his name in a warning tone, "What did I say about being here, after you accidentally triggered the house's defense mechanisms earlier, today?"

The robot leaned his head out of the way to look at Zim. "To delete the recorded clips of you?"

"Aaaannd?"

"To get rid of the bean pies?"

"....Aaaaaannnd?"

"To be in hibernation mode?"

Zim pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on his pouting, pondering bottom lip, as if even he wasn't sure about every single wrongdoing GIR had done today (which was usually too much to count, anyway). ".....AAAAAAAAAAANNNNDDD????" he emphasized by leaning his head.

"TO GET RID OF MY PIGGY! WAAAAAAHHHAhahahahahaaaa!" GIR started weeping, kicking and pounding the floor with his tiny limbs.

"HHUUUAAAAAHHHH!" The two finally fell off the chair, with the robot falling on top of him. Zim grunted.

"Get off me, GIR!"

"WAAAAAAAAAH, WAAAAAHHH--oh, here ya go," GIR crawled off of him.

"Thank you," he knelt up, brushing himself off.

"Yer' welcome! Anyway, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the robot resumed his sobbing, already having a sizeable puddle made from his tears beneath him.

After brushing himself off, Zim stood up. "GIR, I am now putting YOU on LOCKDOWN. In THIS HOUSE!!!" he pointed dramatically at him.

But that only seemed to make the service bot cry harder. And that made Zim sigh.

"By the way...I never said for you to get rid of them. I know you like the...euuugghh...filthy piggieeeesss," he trembled as his voice went low for a moment. "You've always been permitted to keep those vile creatures around."

"WAAAAAAAHHHHH--oh, woo-hoo!" GIR stood up, arms up in celebratory fashion.

KSSH--GIR's torso-lid opened--

WHOOOOSH--

THUNK!

"DOOOOOF!" Zim got hit square in the gut by a piggy ejected out of the bot. The swine bounced onto the ground, squeaking upon every bounce, only to be swept up into GIR's hands.

"PIGGGYYYYY! Pigggyyyyy, piggy piggy piggy piggy~!" he cooed, nuzzling his non-existent nose against the oinky animal's snout before happily skipping away with the little oinking beast.

"Advanced...," Zim slouched over the chair, recovering from the instant piggy headbutt. "...Must remember...he is only AD-VANCED," he emphasized to himself, finally slumping into his seat.

"Now...it's time for me to resume my plans."

And Zim just sat there, his limp hands hanging on either side of the chair, with a distant stare seemingly searing into the computer screen, watching in his view the rectangular typing cursor blinking in the upper-left corner of the screen. That was oddly amusing, to a point.

Then, Zim exclaimed "COM-PUT-TOR!"

A bassy, mechanical sigh sounded through invisible speakers. "What is it nooooow?" the computer whined.

"Recall to me the plans I've laid out for today."

"I don't even need to run an oral check to know you didn't think of anything today."

"Uh...well, do it anyway," Zim did a "shooing" motion with his hand.

"...Alrighty."

It produced a couple beeps...then a 'PING,' signifying the end of the oral check.

"Nuh-uh," it replied.

"LIEEESS!" Zim pointed accusingly toward the ceiling.

"I tend to forget the definition of 'lying' the more you say that."

"Hmmmmm," the short Irken pressed his face onto his hand, pondering. Soon, he began rummaging around files on the console. "There has to be something of use, maybe old plans I've never got around to executing, discarded along the way, forgotten for a time ...just ANYTHING. The almighty Zim's mind has no bounds."

"...Boundless enough for you to bound back to the past--"

"SILENCE! Anyhoo," he resumed his research, digging up old survelliance files, which were archived in a folder with the icon of a strange, big-eyed, moose-like creature on it. "Ah yes, a backup of Minimoose's footage over the past week. Even if my plan for the liquid-suckling Sponge Cheeses did not work, there's still SOMETHING of value here...especially if it involves the Diiiiibbb-monkeeyyyyy," he said the last part lowly, clenching his fist for extra emphasis for his disdain of said "monkey."

Finally, with the press of a key, a video opened up and began playing, showcasing the Skoolyard. Slowly, from the video's point of view, the image slowly bobbed up and down, in motion with Minimoose's floating.

"Yes, my fellow STINK-BEASTS," Zim's voice roared out from the footage, with him being shown just as Minimoose tilted down, seeing him holding a string which trailed up towards the bot's pov, assumedly tied haphazardly onto itself. "I am just a normal boy, with a normal HAYOO-man BALLOON, shaped-like-a-floating-moose. Nothing to see here, nothing to observe, mm-hmm, yes."

The pov rotated back upright, and soon settled its sights on a group of kids, one of them being the aforementioned 'Dib-monkey.'

"...We like, totally know your ding-a-ling is, like, pinky-winky. I saw it, myself. Remember, side-by-side at the urinals? Like, 'chyeah," the taller kid with a football in hand, Torque, nodded in agreement to his own statement, poking fun of Dib, with his buddies pointing and laughing at the black-haired, glasses-wearing nerd.

"Now you can't deny that your head is at LEAST 5 times it's size," the second bully added.

"Pretty pathetic for a fifth-grader," the third one teased.

"My penis is not that SMALL!" Dib whined in that dorky voice Zim had grown getting used to. Then, that same dork turned around, holding one of his own arms, frowning as his cheeks blossomed bright red, in contrast to his pale skin.

Suddenly, contempt raced through Dib's eyes, a cocky smirk soon appeared on his face, and thereafter he turned back around to face them.

"And hey Torque," he then began mimicking his way of speaking, "You are like, totally GAY for looking at my penis. That's right, you're GAY, yes homo, as in like, Fruity Pebbl--OOF!" the football hit his seemingly-ginormous, Planteoid-size of a head.

"Nice throw with the football to his head, Arnie!"

"Not a problem, amigo. 'Chyeah."

CLICK.

"Mmm-HMMMMMMMM," Zim loudly hummed. "Intriuging...the smelly stinkbeasts have humbling humiliation rituals surrounding the competence of the penis," the alien grimaced upon thinking about that smelly sex organ. "Maybe I should put aside the world domination....thing-thingie for a moment, just so I can momentarily put focus on first getting that ANNOYING obstruction that is the DIBBB-buh out of the way." Zim fiendishly tapped his fingertips together, the cogs in his stalled mind beginning to turn once more as a grin raced across his face. "Inferior wormbabies are susceptible to the interference of feelings...which means The Dirty Dib's embarrassment of his smelly worm being considered 'microscopic' is of utmost importance to Zim!"

"And don'cha think that's a bit weir--"

"SILENCE, I'm not talking to you!" he pouted like a five-year old, crossing his arms.

The computer mumbled before going "...'Kay, gonna go into hibernation mode, for a bit."

"WAIT--before you do--tell me what happened to Minimoose."

"I thought you knew..."

"Tell meeeeeee...!"

-SIIIIiiiiggghhh- "Okay, GIR swallowed him whole, and then shot him into the stratosphere through his head."

"...So that whining I heard flying up into stratosphere the other day WASN'T a dog..."

"It was Minimoose."

"Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Yep. G'night."

"Now," Zim rubbed his palms together with an impish snicker, before continuing, "The peniiiiiis."

...

Throughout the night, Zim toiled with strange devices, carefully mixing liquids into beakers, suctioning them through straws into cannisters, freezing them before boiling them, going through the motions in ways only an Irken, even one as incompetent as him, could understand.

"Sure, there may be side effects, sure, the results may be irreversible, but if it's a means to Earth's inevitable invasion by MY HANDS, then SO BE IT! With this DNA sample I procured from the happy-go-lucky subject, the Nick child-monkey, enhanced with the ingenuity of my own, superior, pinnacle DNA of all DNAs, I will obtain the ULTIMATE weapon designed to put an end to The Dib's petulant reign of siding my thorns once and for all! And what do I call this, you ask?" he asked no one in particular. "Testosterous! Huuuaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!" he arched his back, triumphantly bellowing into the giant, metallic cavern of a lab.

"I'm trying to sleep, here," the computer told him.

Then, as the liquid cooled down, it was siphoned from the cannister and shot into a metallic, maroon tube. Carefully, Zim gave the small tube a couple flicks, and the dark purple liquid glowed bright!

snore....snore....

"FINALLY! VICTORY! VICTORY for Ziiiiiiimmmmmmm!" his body shuddered with excitement with both fists clenched for a moment, before finally picking up the tube, examining it.

Snooore....Snooooorre.....

"Now, all I have to do, is to inhale the fluid, and the effects will soonafter manifest. By then, I will make the pathetic Dib feel even more worthless, now that his..."

SNOOOOOOOOORRRREE.....

"Now that his--"

SNNNOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

"HEY! COM-PUT-TORRR!! ENOUGH with the SNORING!" he spat out.

The gradually-louder snores that began happening around the moment Zim shouted "FINALLY!" were suddenly interrupted. The computer smacked its non-existent lips, groaning. "Sorry, my snores are prone to being allergic to your bullshit."

"'Bull-shit'," Zim reiterated to himself slowly. "Okay, I will have to induct research on this 'bull-shit', and its strange phenomenon of causing even non-organic beings allergic reactions, one day."

"You go do that."

Zim went over to a massive device shaped like a big tank. On a nearby wall, he clicked a button, and a tray opened up, an open space sitting in the middle of it, to which Zim fills up with the tube, before clicking the tray back into the wall, immediately causing the tank to hum to life.

Along the side of the tank were giant lights representing a "progress bar" of sorts, with lights blinking from the bottom to top.

Within seconds, they all blinked on green, and the tank's shutter door opened up with a triumphant THUNK, and just when Zim was about to gloat, a female voice from the machine mentioned to him--

"Note: Side-effects of 'Testosterous' drug can include increased libido--"

"Blah blah blah, SHUT IT," Zim commanded, and the voice abided. "Zim knows what he is getting into; there is no use to reiterate what Zim KNOWS!"

He happily cackled to himself. "This is going to be brilliant!"

The same female voice soon told him, "Clothing from the waist-down must be stripped in order for maximum effect to take place."

"...Are you serious?"

"Affirmative."

"Curses," he hissed through his zipper-esque rows of teeth. Cautiously, the Irken looked left and right. Then, he began to remove one of his boots, then the other...he wiggled his toes, feeling the cold floor. Then his fingers rested on his waist, his digits hesitantly gripping onto the edge of his pants.

"Are you looking at me, computer?"

"I do not have the necessary optics--"

"Not YOU," he spat to the female voice. Zim looked up--"I'm talking to YOU!"

"Wuhh..wha, what?" the computer grumbled awake.

"Are you LOOKING at me?!"

"...Isn't that part of my programming? For the sake of your well-being?"

Zim sighed. "Turn all cameras in the vicinity away from me. Do it NOW."

He heard the whirring of several surveillance cams facing away from him.

"Now then, just say you're not looking at me."

"Zim--"

"JUST SAY IT, ALREADY!"

"I'm not looking at you. Happy?"

"Satisfied," he grumbled, as he finally pulled down his pants, indignantly revealing his bare crotch. Zim shuddered a bit as felt a small draft in the lab, before placing his pants by his boots, which squeaked upon dropping them upon his footwear. Puzzled, Zim's brow glowered, until his attention got taken away by his...crotch.

He observed it for a moment, seeing the slit where his penis would emerge from if he were aroused. But that had never been a problem from him; Irkens were lab-grown, so their genitals could almost be considered vestigial...aside from the need to piss; he sure loved those waterless drinks. His cheeks started to feel hot; the more he thought about it, the more he felt his Irken penis could be compared to a Smeet; he envied having Smeet-penis, it should be reaching past his knuckles! Maybe the experiment will rectify his own, personal penile problem...

Clearing his throat, Zim stood straight up, head held up high, and confidently strode into the tank with that strange, yet authoritative-militant gait of his, his feet plapping against the cold surface of the floor, until he soon got inside, with the door shuttering closed, blocking out all the light from the outside.

"Now activating process," the female computer voice informed, the lights slowly dimming on inside the tank, the machine itself beginning to whir even louder.

"Master, is this where piggies come from?" a youthful-yet-tinny voice asked, which erected Zim's antennae in an instant.

"GIR! What on Irk--," the alien immediately put his hands over his crotch, knees buckling in embarrassment. "What are you DOING in here?! Must you not LISTEN to me?!!"

"Invader Zim is filmed in front of a live-studio audience, HYEEEEEEEEEEEE!" GIR happily screeched, the tiny robot waving his arms, hopping on either foot, each one squeaking due to the nature of the black-and-lime doggy disguise he was currently wearing.

Zim looked towards the lights, and shouted, "Cancel the process, NOW!"

"Process cannot be cancelled at this time," the female voiced replied.

"GrrrrrrrrRRRAGH!" Zim banged his head against the metal in frustration, and slid down along the wall, dejectedly sinking his face into his palms as well.

"Ooohhh, we're playing cherades! If you're playing 'The Depressor', I'll play as 'The Thinker'!" before GIR kneeled into a pose similar to the infamous statue, as the holes in the walls of tank KSSSSSH'd out a purple fume, the same color as the liquid Zim had inserted before.

As the process progressed, the tank vibrated in place, and then Zim blinked.

"Wait, you're not organic. Why am I worried?" the Irken asked. He stood back up with open arms, head craned up to spreading gas, and said, "YES! LET ME INHALE THE GLORIOUS GAS THAT WILL GRANT MEEEE, THE ALMIGHTY ZIIIIM, THE GALLANT GLORY OF GIANT GENITALIA!"

"Hol' up, you talm'bout peepees?" GIR quizzically tilted his head in curiosity.

Soon enough, the machine stopped, the whirring slowing down to a stop as well, as the female computer plainly stated, "Process complete."

The shutter door opened up, and the residual mist sauntered out. Zim emerged from the tank...but instead of the usual, loud gloating, instead came a throaty "OOOOOooooooouuuugghhh~"

He looked down, and saw that he no longer had a slit--instead, his genitals had been altered to look more human--his crotch now carried an uncut penis and a set of testicles, all of which adorned in the same shade of green as his body. Zim felt lightheaded...he shook out of his hazy-headed stupor, and finally looked down to see the culprit of his mental state.

His cock protruded outward from himself, fully erect, heartily throbbing, it's pink glans peeping out a bit from the foreskin crowned around it. It seemed pretty big, at least if Zim's size was to be compared to that of an Earthling child; five-inches, give-or-take. "O-oh my...oh my Irk~" he admired the sight. "This feels...this feels so..." he went ahead and began caressing his meat. Had he had on his human-disguise contact lenses, it would have been much more obvious for him to become bug-eyed in response to the first contact with his new boyhood, his toes clenching in response to the sudden spike of stimuli coursing through him.

Soon, he relaxed, his shoulders sagging in lazy ecstasy. "Whu...wowwww," he said breathlessly. "S-should I feel this way? S-should having a filthy earth-monkey penis feel...THIS gooooood~?" Zim began drooling out the corner of his mouth as his fingers started to gently rub back and forth on his shaft, causing his antennae to alternatively skitter up and down.

"Eheheheheheheeeeeee...." he heard that familiar voice ominously snicker from behind, sobering him up from his lustdrunken moment. He turned around, and heard those damned squeaking footsteps...and soon enough, the second figure came from the machine.

Zim hit the table behind him, in shock of what lied before his eyes.

Before him was GIR, his trusted Information Retrieval Unit, still in his doggy costume...but this time, with a new addition--his own set of genitals, all of which were a bit bigger than Zim's--between his stout legs hung a beefy pair of lime balls, and right above it, was a pink, fat, canine cock, knot and all, throbbing outward, already drooling with a thick glob of precum.

"H-how? How is this possible...?" Zim was in utter disbelief...

"By the way, Master...I saw your cute booty when you came out of the tank thingy. It was sooooooooooooo mesmerizing, staring at that cute booty. Did you know you got a cute booty? C'mere n' lemme see that cute widdle bootycake~!"

"ENOUGH of this foolishness, GIR! ...Wait...why are you staring at me like that? Why are you slowly approaching me like that? D-don't...HYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Zim quickly side-stepped just as GIR leaped towards where he stood with a squeal, hitting his robo-cranium against the table, the impact reverberating back onto him, stunning him for a moment.

Zim panted as he ran hard, and soon activated the spider-legs from the PAK on his back, racing towards the elevator, while trying his best not to be distracted from his hard cock hitting his thighs, which only prolonged his erection, just like the small, swinging pendulum that were his bouncing balls. Wait--why was he aroused, having a lust-driven GIR chasing for his posterior~? Nevermind that, he just HAD to get away from him.

As he got inside, the spider-legs retracted into the backpack-like device, and the bottomless Irken began rapidly-pounding the elevator button. "Come on, COME ON, COMEON, COMEON, COMEONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...!" He finally broke his stare away from the buttons, and towards the robot literately rocketing towards him with his jet-feet.

"BOOTYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--" SLAM! GIR's face hit the elevator doors just as they closed. "Ow, muh pein-nus~!"

Zim panted, against the wall, trembling in fear...but what made him even more fearful was that he wasn't sure if it was ONLY fear that he was experiencing...as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but be partly...excited, by all this! Almost as though he kind of wanted to see how this all played out...what if he let his servant have his way with--

"What are these thoughts INTRUDING the impeccable, impenetrable mind of ZIM? Letting GIR mount me, that's just crazy talk because of this stuuupid dirty earth-monkey worm I now have...a-and, and these soft, warm balls~," he began fondling with himself. "Hooohooo-hoooouuugh, catch me, GIIIIIIIRRRRR~" he began to tenderly squeeze his meat--he shook his head with a grunt, and the doors finally opened to the first floor of the house. Quickly, he started towards the front door--

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!

Suddenly, the windows and the door itself were closed out with thick shutter doors.

"House Lockdown active," the computer said.

"What?! But HOW?! Computer, override the House Lockdown command."

"I cannot."

Zim had his hands up in bewilderment. "Uh...YES YOU CAN! I am your Master! You have to do as I say!"

"Exactly. And if you recall, you've since put a time-window of a minute which you are unable to override it."

"Oh yes, I did that because of the bean pies...those BLASTED bean pieeeessssssss..."

"Of course, because that's exactly what happened again, today."

"That's not true!"

"The vendor didn't return?"

Zim groaned, irritably rubbing his temples. "If you had a face, I would SLAP IT, right now!"

"I thought you said it down in the lab."

"WHEN?"

"About thirty seconds ago."

"So you mean to tell me I got up here in thirty-seconds FLAT through the elevator?! You KNOW it takes an average of a MINUTE to reach here!"

"Oh."

Zim glared in response.

"Sorry; I was taking a rest, remember? Machine grogginess, takes a lil' while to wear off."

"So if I wasn't the one who gave the command, then who was--"

Suddenly, Zim's antennae raised to quite an odd sound--a cackle--HIS own cackle! He looked over his shoulder, toward the source--a giant speaker, erected from the top of GIR's head. The recording continued--"This is going to be brilliant!"

The Irken GASPED again! "N-NO! G...GIR!" he started taking steps back.

"Thank you-for-the-HOUSE-LOCKDOWN, COM-PUT-TORRR!" the speaker blared out, with spliced-together soundbytes of Zim's voice.

"Yer' welcome," the computer responded.

GIR slowly approached him, the speaker going right back inside his head as his big, bulbous eyes had a naughty look to them, his dick still erect as ever. "You know I love you, Master..."

Zim slowly crept back, away from the ominous presence of his evil minion. There was something about GIR talking to him intimidatingly with his child-like voice that was strangely exciting to him...a part of him actually liked seeing this whole new side of GIR--

"Hyaayeeh!" the alien clumsily fell over the armrest of the sofa that was behind him, rolling onto the couch.

GIR continued his approach, still ever so nice, slow and deliberate~ "Why would you leave me? You know all I wanna do is give you a hug...in -DAT BOOTY~-" his voice suddenly went momentarily deep during the last two words. "You will give it to me~..."

"Y-you want...m-m-my...my b...my booty?" the last word almost came out as a squeak from Zim's lips, subconsciously rubbing his small, tiny posterior.

"Every second that goes by without me inside you, I go even crazier...like right now, HYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" GIR had his arms out on either side, fists clenched, squealing towards the ceiling while his cock proudly thumped between his legs, his balls swaying a bit while Zim looked on in horror...and in intrigue.

Zim knew he could ward him off with his PAK...nevermind how he had a myriad of ways to turn the situation into his favor...hell, he could simply tell the damn thing to "shut down"!

But damn, did the thought of GIR sticking that fat, juicy penis inside his tight, little anus was progressively becoming more enticing with every passing moment...maybe he didn't mind losing this time, since it wouldn't be by Dib's doing...

"I turned into a Super-Saiya-jin, Master! I wanna drop my spirit bomb into you!"

"I don't even know what all of that meant--" Zim's words were stopped in his tracks just as GIR leaped onto the couch, legs spread, dick throbbing out another stream of semen out of itself as he stood there, towering over his Irken Overlord~

"Could'ju please turn over?" GIR politely asked, motioning with a paw.

Hesitantly...Zim did what he was told.

This caused a conundrum in his mind--'Wait, ME, the Almighty ZIM, is DOING what is TOLD by the SUBSERVIANT BOT? ...But it makes me feel so good, letting him do this. Why...I should do this more often~'

"Um...like...like this?" Zim asked unusually softly, on all fours, his penis nearly kissing the seat of the couch, throbbing hard, dripping precum~ He squeezed his toes in horny anticipation, ready to take it all, ready to take the aggression pent-up in that hyperactive horndog...he wanted GIR to pour all his energy inside him, let him know what a good doggy, what a good servant he was~

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmmmmmm," GIR was rapidly nodding his head, "such a cute booty~!"

Right after that, the minion bot put on an unreadable expression. Zim looked over his shoulder and simply waited, his dick remaining erect from the erotic uncertainty.

"...Are you afraid, Master?"

"Uh...y-yea-NO! Zim is n-NEVER...a...AFRAID!"

"Okey-dokey, juuuust checkin'! But," GIR went to put on his naughty face again, "Have you ever heard of 'Doggystyle', before?"

"Umm...n-no..."

"That's okay, I know all about it! Lemme recite it--rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin n' JYYUUUIIIICCEEEE~!" GIR lodges the dick straight inside Zim's asshole.

"HHEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH~!" Zim screamed very FUCKING LOUD, already feeling half of GIR's length wedged in his rectum.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOHHOOOUUUUUGGGHHH, MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~" GIR hornily cooed~ Then, the robot began thrusting into him.

"HHRRN...HOOOGH...UNNGH...AAAGH...~!" the Irken noisily grunted, his fingers clutched airtight onto the furniture, feeling his virgin bussy torn up hard and deep as his robotic underling fucked him, and fucked him EXACTLY as how he wanted--rough and RAW, feeling the tiny bot's energetic penis constantly pumping inside him, the initial white-hot burning sensation of his asshole being stretched-wide soon eased into an ever-increasing balance of stimuli between pain and pleasure, his eye twitching as he experienced sensations like never-before, feelings he never thought an Irken would be able to go through...it was too much to process, too new to accurately describe...for the moment, all he wanted was GIR's dogcock pounding him away~

"Master, you sound so....SEXY...getting plugged up~ I can't s-stop moving around i-inside your cute booty...you feel so warm n' snuggly, and it makes me so happy hearing you scream, it's making my peepee hurt because I love it so much~"

The Irken could only say so much as a loud groan, face sinking into the sofa, his ass still hovering up, feeling Gir's paws holding his waist, his ass getting slammed, the noise of his bussyhole getting stretched sounding so wet and sticky from GIR's prolific precum producing out of his penis, much like how his member drooled, all the same.

"I...I wanna do this while I see your face~" GIR told him. "Lemme get myself out for a moment, HNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG--" SCHLORPT~!

"GUUHHHH-haaahhh~!" Zim breathed, feeling the pressure pulled out of him, his asshole slightly agape from GIR's anal invasion, feeling it achingly throb with his squeedily-spooch, needing a small moment, before turning over, now seeing the one who just took his virginity away, minutes prior~

Currently, GIR happily "Mmmmmmph~"'d, slowly masturbating his dick as another mesmerizing discharge of precum slowly oozed out of his puphood.

"This feels sooooo good, gooodd, GOOOOOOOODDDDDDD~" the doggybot's tail wagged. "You got a cute peepee, too...although not as big as mine~"

"H-hey~!" Zim's pride shone through his exhaustive state.

"But that's okay, don't nobody will know...'cept me..."

GRAB--

GIR held onto Zim's feet, subtly rubbing them, assumedly to comfort his Irken bottom~

"...And you~" GIR leaned his head forward, giving him that naughty look again, which sent chills down Zim's spine. Never had he thought he'd want his robot to breed him so badly~ "This time, I'm gonna put the fat part," he eyed at his knot, "...in ya~ Nod for me if you're ready, sweetie~"

Zim nodded his head. By the Tallest, was it so humiliating to be called that...

'How did my little minion know the nuances of filthy-human sensual talk--um, uhhh, filthy- human ICKYTALK--so well?'

"Gooood~!" GIR cheerfully smiled for a moment, then put back on that naughty look again as he lined up his cock with Zim's anus, the tip touching it instantly making the asshole wink and Zim jerk in his grip...and, with a small rearing back of the hips, the 'dog' jettisoned his hips forth, and--

SSHHULK~!

"HHOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH~!"

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT, MASTER~! TAKE MY FAT, DOGGY WEEWEE~! I LUUUUHHUUHHUHUHUUUUUUUVVVV POUNDING YOUR IRKEN BOOTYHOLE WITH MY BIG WING-WANG~! EEEEEHHEHEEEEHHHHEEEEEAAAaaaauuuuugggghhhhh~"

"AAAAAAUUUGGH, AHHH, AAHNNGH, AAAGH, AUUUGH, AAHHOOOOHHHOOOO~!" Zim kept screaming, his eyes beginning to well up with big, liquidy globoids of tears as the pain grew, with the pleasure of it catching up just as much~

"Wow, you are soooooo loud! But I think we could make you even louder~"

SSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSKHSHSSSSSCCHHUUUULLLLKKPRPTP~!

"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH~!"

Zim felt GIR's ENTIRE KNOT slipped right inside him!

"Aa-aaaaaahhhaaaahhaaaaahhhhh, scream for me~," the robot observed his knot finally stuck inside Zim's anus. "It's making my fat part super tingly, my weewee super tingly...aaaaahhhhh, it feels so good to be stuck inside y-you~"

Now GIR was fucking him ballsdeep, his fatter nuts hitting his master's tiny ass, an obvious sign he was thrusting even faster inside, the sensation driving Zim up the proverbial wall, his head feeling like it was spinning as the bot anally assaulted him, the knot almost seemingly as though it was right about to be split in two...and having his anus submit to that ginormous girth felt oh so incredible!

GIR was drooling, as his hips constantly bumping against Zim's tiny cheeks. "Ohhhhhhhhh...it...just...I-I feel something...feels like I-I...like I'm gonna pee...I feel it coming t-th-THROOOUUUUUGGGHHH my PEEPEE...feels GOOD...gonna THRUST HARDER, I'm gonna THRUST HARDER, Master~"

PLAP-PLUP-PLIP-PLOOP-PLLAAP-PLOOUUOP-PPLLLAAAPPP-PLLLOOUUPPP--

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHGGHHHH, HHHHHYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAHHHHH..."

"Gonna....gonnnna...gonnnnna...gonna BLAAAASSSST OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF~!"

SKPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRTT-SPPKLOORT-SKLUURT-SHPLOOORRPPT-SCHLORT~--

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMYYYYYYIIIRRRRRKKKKKK~!" Zim wailed out, hands on the sides of his head, eyes centimeters away from witnessing his own brain! His ass was filling up with cum, his knotted rectal cavity becumming a well for sperm as GIR's swollen dong catapult ropes of it balls deep inside him.

As that happened, the inseminated Irken felt something building up in his own member too, but he decided to hold it back, as if to prolong the strange, mindbending pleasure...but soon, he felt it more and more likely for his penis to give--

"I'M GONNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....HHUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH~!" He too fired his own load, a ruined orgasm at that, a thick goopy strand of cum running out of his rosy dickhead, which can definitely feel stimulating for any human male, but for Zim, this being his first orgasm, it made him gasp hard, writhing like crazy everytime he felt another glob throbbing its way through the urethreal exit.

If Irkens had visible pupils, one would have seen Zim rolling his eyes as he felt GIR struggling to PULL OUT, the feeling of his own tight anus TUGGING onto GIR's mighty knot, as if his bussy was so DESPERATE to hold onto that canine cock like it were a juicy piece meat to horde down its own rectal throat, made Zim arch his back, the electrifying stimuli manifesting his mind a thousand times over as with one more loud 'HHRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNG,' GIR finally SCHU-PLOOUURRPPLLL'D his cock out of Zim's ass a second time, the pullout nearly sending GIR flying over the edge of the sofa as the bot soon found himself lying on the armrest after somersaulting, his fat cock still erect between his legs as GIR saw tweeting birds flying around his noggin.

As for Zim, this time, his anus was even more messier and gapey-er, his asshole audibly gargling and guzzling the smelly robo-doggy jizz out of itself as his ass hit the cushiony surface beneath it soonafter, his mind almost ready to black out.

GIR rattled his robo-cranium, out of his dizzying stupor. "Wowwwwwww...," he said, "Now I know how dogs know how cows feel~," GIR commented.

Zim panted slowly, observing his maroon sweaty, which was stained with that strange, off-white liquid. He ran his fingers across them, and then rubbed the slop between his fingers, seeing it cling between them.

"This is...what comes out of the human penis?" he sniffed it, then he licked it, and instantly spat it back out. "Disgusting, this fluid must have some other purpose other than consumption," he wondered, just as he slurped the rest of the sperm off his fingers.

He saw GIR standing up, which made him sit up. The robot approached him, his feet squeaking innocently until he stopped in front of his master. The disguised doggy noticed that the flushedfaced alien's eyes were wet.

"A-are you crying, Master? I'm sorry if I made you sad..." GIR's shoulder's sunk, his paws sheepishly touching, breaking eye contact.

"Shh," Zim shushed his robot, before holding GIR's shoulders, feeling them bob a little, as if the bot was ready to cry, too. "Zim is not sad, just tired..." he quietly assured him.

"...Can I still bump your booty~?" the robot asked in the same, low volume, taking a second before he looked back into Zim's gaze again.

The Irken smirked, rubbing GIR's cheek. "I was hoping you'd say that~" he said softly.

...

"HHYYEEEAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAARRRYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH~! HHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHH~" Zim rode GIR this time, the doggy laying down, his ass raised up as he felt his balls plapped by his Master while the Irken poledanced him, sliding that little ass down to the fat hilt, the torture he put his anus through now like an addictive drug of which he can't shake away the need for as he gripped onto the bot's waist tightly, his cock and balls twerking in tune to his bouncing form, PLAPPLAPPLAP'ing onto GIR, his servant, his bot, his doggy...his mate~

Zim cried both tears of joy and out loud, alleviating all that energy out of him, whether it was the internal frustrations bottled up from failed invasion attempts overtime or not, Zim knew instinctually that he had to let it all out, and it was utterly exhilarating, not thinking for once, throwing away his pride, his integrity, all of that discarded for a moment, metaphorically embracing with both arms his newly-discovered vice of being a power bottom~ The feeling of GIR's cock being so DEEP inside him that his belly was BULGING everytime their sweaty balls were smothered upon each other once their asses met made his eyes roll back again and again and again...that bonered bellyspot was THE spot to hit over and over, and of course, he felt that orgasmic rush beginning to surge its way through his phallus, and this time, he'd didn't hold it back--

"HHHHUUUUUUEEEERRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH~!" His cock's load flew right out, messily spewing all over the couch, pillows and seating alike all plastered in streaks of ivory testicular mucus as Zim relieved himself with GIR stuffed deep inside him again.

"Master, I'm confused...why does this feel so good, especially the milky part~?"

"I don't know, GIR...HHHHHNNGGGGG~" PLOORRPPHPHPHPBBBbblblbbbllll~, Zim lifted his ass off of GIR's cock, immediately farting large bubbles of cum, sitting onto GIR's still-raised ass. He rested his head on his hand, panting hard. "But I agree...it is highly...stimulating~"

"It is highly stimipuluationing~"

"But please...may we go for one more round~?" He turned around, and gripped GIR's penis in his hand, making his robo-servant whimper. "I'll let you be on top again, this time~," he said with an impish smile.

"-YES SIR~-" GIR saluted.

...

"I can see my house from here!" GIR supported his weight on his arms as his stubby legs spread wide, kicking out at either side as his oversized canine cock rubbed against Zim's backsack.

For this upcoming round, Zim had his ass all the way up, his knees closer to him, to where his hands laid in the gap between his spread legs, his fuckable-fourthable faghole dripping wet and gaping open with GIR's milky work~

"GIR...do not hesitate," he told him, his head laying on the seat of the sofa. "Breed me as hard as you can. I want you to mate with me like an animal, like as if you were a REAL dog~ Make sure that by the time you're finished, I do not think of anything else, but you and your penis~"

GIR leaned forward, giggling. "Awwwwwwwwwww...does this mean you love me~?"

Zim groaned. "J-just...just BREED ME, ALREADY! I WANT YOU INSIDE OF ME, GIR!"

"-YES SIR~!- WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!"

KKKKLLLOOOORRRUUUPPTBT!

"AAAUURRRRRRRNNHHHHH, HHYYYEESSSHHHH, BHRREEED IT, BHHRREEED MY ANUSH!!" Zim demanded through his teeth. "MAKE DAT FHAT PART GOH IN N' OUTTT, SSTRRRREEHHTCH ME OUTTTTT!!" he stressed the last part by clenching his fists.

SSCCHH-PLLORRPP-SSCHHLK-KLOORP-SHULK-BLORPT-SHHHUUMMKT--

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! HHAAAAAAAAAAAAH, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH, HHAAAAAAAAAAAHHH, GUD GIR, GUD EVIL MINION! YES, YESSSS, PENETRATE ZIM! REACH INTO MY BUTT...pP-PPOOUND M-MY SQUEEDILY-SPOOCH! MY SQUEEDILY-SPOOOOCH!!!"

"OOOOOOOWUUUUUUUUURGH, I-I think I'm in that, now~"

"UUUUUUUNNNNRRRRRGGHHH, d-DON'T SLOW DOWN, YOU FOOL! I want your penis to breed me HARDER!"

"Okay!"

GIR settled his feet on top of Zim's cheeks, balancing himself...and then proceeded to give his master the pounding of his life--

PLAAAPPTTHHWWAAAAPPLLUUPPPBBLLLAAAPPPPLLLAAAAPPPPPLLLUUPPLAAAAPPLOOOPPLLUUUPPPLOOOPPLIPPPLLAAAPPPPP--

"HyyrrnnngggggghhhhhnnnnyeeeEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" Zim bellowed out within the living room, his anus and squeedily-spooch simultaneously stuffed with GIR's dick as it rocketed in and out of the alien's tiny belly, his chubby balls throwing themselves into Zim's own, the whole dickthrobber of a debacle making the delightfully satisfied alien wail out loudly, grunting noisily in between the ear-splitting screaming, his mind going completely numb in the middle of the rough bussy dilation as his minion happily mounted him.

"C-caaaannn't think....peepee...tt-tthinking f-for meeeeeee~" the robot could barely dribble the words out of his mechanical lips as he continued to pound the everloving hell out of Zim's ass, his cock being squished within so much tight, hot Irken flesh had him filling Zim's inside with excessive pre, with the situation of him being on top of the Irken and giving him love in a way unlike never before made his robo-heart throb so much~!

"I LUV U, MASTER! I'M GONNA PEE MILK IN YOU, AGAIN!"

GIR's moans escalated in length, volume and weighted insanity, each grunt coinciding in the growing momentum of his pelvic-pounding against that those glorious green bootycheeks, the ever-increasing intensity of the repetitious rump-pumping in tune to the rising crescendo of an orgasm ready to rage through for the fourth time....he plapped and plupped and plipped and plopped until...

"M-masttEEERRRRRRRUUUUUUUUYYYYYYGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

SSKLLOOORRPPLOOOOUUURRPPLAAAOORRRPPLOOBBBBLOOOOUUUUUURRTBLOOOOOOAAAAAATTBBBLLLOOOOOOORRRRRPPPP--

Zim's squeedily-spooch essentially CONSUMES all the doggydairy, his own mind in a temporal flatline of existence as his handsfree dick exploded all over the seat below, ruining more of the furniture in their gross, gay, genital goonerfluids, which only grew more messier the moment GIR once again yanked his meat out of his mutually-first-time fuckbuddy, the alien's ass and robot's crotch mutually painted in ivory sauce as GIR fell beside Zim, who still needed a moment to recover, trembling as he PPHHBBHBHBBLOOOOORRPPPHhphphprltlbrtl'd a thick, slimy creampie of coom out of his asshole, the giant glop audibly SPLATtering onto the middle of the sofa.

His ass fell, trapping his squelchy, cum covered penis beneath his belly as he stared absentmindedly at GIR, who panted alongside him. Words, and maybe even thoughts couldn't explain how thoroughly satisfied the two were, right now~

Then, GIR pulled the hood of his disguise off, revealing his simple, metallic noggin, and his bright, round, pupil-less cyan eyes. He sighed lovingly. "I love that booty~" he crooned. After that, he went over to snuggle with the alien, who blinked, being snapped out of his mental lapse.

"C'mon, Master...isn't this the part where y'gonna tell me you love me?"

"I told you, GIR..." Zim said tiredly.

"Told me what?"

"That....That I...well...just it's--your nose smells," he tried to insult him.

"That's what they're there for!" he happily poked his own, non-existent robo-nose.

"No--I didn't mean it like," Zim ended his sentence in a defeated sigh.

"How about a kiss?"

"Quit it."

"Awwww, I'll do it for you! Invaders need love too, even when they say they don't."

Zim growled lowly, then turned around and huddled into himself, mumbling something.

"What was that?"

"On the cheemmmppphh...."

"...On the chimp?" GIR glanced up at that weird picture of that green monkey above the couch.

"I SAID," Zim started off loudly, then led it with a sigh. "...On the cheek." The rosy-cheeked Zim grimaced, expecting to hear an antennae-aching screech from his little minion, but instead, his eyes grew wide as GIR slowly stroked his face.

The robot drew his face closer to Zim's then nervously chuckled, his metallic cheeks blushing. "Master...I'm kinda nervous about this...c-could'ju please hold my hand?"

Zim sat there for a moment, and after some hesitation, he turned around, looking into GIR's uneasey eyes, even if all they were were a couple of featureless, cyan orbs. Even with such simple eyes, Zim knew him long enough to know how GIR felt through every type of look that minion gave him.

And so, he slowly and gently held GIR's fuzzy paw in his hand, then nodded.

GIR gulped, and closed his eyes just as Zim did, and brought his metal lips to Zim's cheek. The feeling of that chill surface of GIR's lips ironically made the Irken feel warm, his body shuddering from the contact~

"You always had soft skin," GIR complimented him, his voice so tenderly gentle.

Zim surmised he could get used to this, maybe...within the privacy of his house, that is. He heard the subtle noise of GIR's lips breaking away from his face, and their eyes met each other's again.

"I'll always be here for you," GIR told him, and that made Zim grin wide, and genuine. And it ALMOST made him want to hug the little bot...almost.

"Also," GIR dug around in his furry pocket--"Y'waaaannntt...a TACO?!" he asked, whipping out the food in hand, before stuffing the taco, including his paw, straight into his mouth.

Zim groaned, getting up as he climbed over the sticky sofa with his PAK's spider-legs.

'Just when I was getting used to the...ICKY HUMAN FEELINGS~...' he thought in his head.

"I'm going to go clean myself up," Zim informed him as headed towards the toilet. "And GIR, you better be doing the same, too. Once after you're done eating your disGUSTing tacos!" He flushed himself down, his thighs tickled from the rivulets of cum still leaking from his annihilated asshole.

"Who woke me up with taco-talk, again?" the computer asked.

GIR loudly sucked on his hand, the taco assumedly-devoured whole at this point, while he sat on that ruined, sticky couch which was covered in alien and robot cum.