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  1. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  2. So, this has been Dib's life for weeks now. He shouldn't be so used to it, but it's become routine, almost comfortable. Every evening he wakes up in tucked-away nest in some nook of Zim's base like a rat, only to wander out like he belongs there. The security systems don't repel him, nor does the alien invader who owns the place. His nemesis, and yet they behave almost like friends. Only almost, of course.
  3.  
  4. Every day Zim runs tests on him, in his continuous efforts to return his most hated enemy back to normal- because Dib Membrane is not supposed to be covered in thick black fluff, isn't supposed to have a pair of large, silent wings, isn't supposed to have glowing red eyes or sharp teeth or antennae. The nocturnal nature, however, is debatable. Every day, Zim runs his tests, does his research, and when Dib isn't directly needed, he usually still hovers around, if he's not exploring what he can of Zim's base or slinking around in the night outside.
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  6. Zim didn't need to help, but he does, and he works hard at it. And despite everything, Dib can't help but appreciate that. It's why, more and more, he lurks around Zim. When the alien is working, or snacking, or watching TV, more and more often, Dib lurks nearby, closer by the day, bantering away with his...
  7.  
  8. Definitely enemy. They've always been enemies. Even if their hatred and their fights have felt more obligate or phone in or even playful in the last couple years.
  9.  
  10. But Dib tries not to think about that. Because they're not friends. Eating lunch together every day at school for years doesn't make them friends.
  11.  
  12. This evening, he wakes as he usually does right around dusk, stretching and ruffling his feathers before slinking out into Zim's base... Where's that damn alien at tonight, anyway? Dib's antennae twitch and swivel slightly atop his head all on their own, extending his senses far beyond that of his eyes and ears- though his ears are no slouch these days either, and he hold still a moment, to listen, to feel... Maybe he can detect where Zim might be.
  13.  
  14. itsAlana02/25/2020
  15. Zim is not hard to track down, fancy new antenna or not! Because he seems to be ranting at GIR, which is very loud, and very easy to follow.
  16.  
  17. As Dib approaches the kitchen upstairs, following Zim's voice, the words become understandable: "--And next time you're going to use all the peanut butter, GIR, put it on the list!!!"
  18.  
  19. "But the monkeys--"
  20.  
  21. "You can make the monkeys put it on the list, GIR! All I ask is to get up to make a sandwich and NOT discover when I'm already halfway through that there's only BANANAS in the peanut butter jar!"
  22.  
  23. It's serious business, clearly.
  24.  
  25. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  26. Even if Zim is very, very loud when he yells, sometimes it can be hard to hear clearly between the depths of basement labs and the surface kitchen. Dib's ears easily pick up the noise, though, and he follows it all the way up into the house, and into the kitchen, only to find Zim and GIR in the middle of an argument about... the peanut butter being replaced by bananas, apparently. Because monkeys, apparently.
  27.  
  28. Business as usual.
  29.  
  30. Dib chuckles as he enters the kitchen, crossing his arm-wings as he approaches. "You know, bananas aren't so bad on sandwiches," he says, scooting up close, invading right into Zim's personal bubble- and he's so TALL these days, easily almost six feet, towering over poor Zim. "Unless you hate bananas?"
  31.  
  32. itsAlana02/25/2020
  33. Zim lets out a little startled shriek, and wiggles around to face Dib-- ugh!! "Why are you so quiet now!" he complains, and baps Dib in the stomach with a little alien fist. It wouldn't have hurt even if they were still both teensy (instead of only Zim still being teensie). "And the bananas have MONKEY HAIR IN THEM, Dib, do you know how many germs are on monkeys? SO MANY GERMS. THEY'RE FILTHY. AND I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE A BANANA SANDWICH!!"
  34.  
  35. On the counter there is a half-assembled sandwich that already has jam on it, by the way. GIR is sitting next to it, using one disguised paw to shove mashed bananas with monkey hair into his face from a peanut butter jar, apparently unbothered by the yelling and the germs.
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  37. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  38. Despite it not hurting a bit, Dib still lets out a quiet 'oof' at the bap to his stomach. "Umm, probably because I'm basically a kind of monster owl," he says, matter-of-factly, but also, "and it's probably hard to hear anything over how damn loud you are."
  39.  
  40. Chuckling some more, Dib glances at GIR, and at the half-made sandwich, and at the hairy bananas... Yeah, that makes him crinkle his nose. "Peanut butter and jelly?" Mmm, that sounds good, actually, and Dib's stomach growls... "Why not send GIR to get more peanut butter?"
  41.  
  42. itsAlana02/25/2020
  43. Zim groans, and says, despairingly, "No, it's too late, you're already awake," and slaps the jelly-and-jelly sandwich halves together before offering the plate to Dib.
  44.  
  45. Apparently... he was making it.... for his enemy???
  46.  
  47. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  48. Oh? Oh???
  49.  
  50. Dib's antennae perk up, his eyebrows raising- "You were making it for me??" Uhm, wow, okay! Dib takes the plate with a growing smile, and says, "wow, thanks, Zim!"
  51.  
  52. And then he bends forward, and he has to lean so far down, to bump his forehead against the top of Zim's head, antennae coming dangerously close to brushing together, before he straightens back up like nothing happened and goes to eat his jelly sammich at the couch.
  53.  
  54. itsAlana02/25/2020
  55. Zim is going to KILL DIB AND ALSO KILL HIMSELF. UGH. HE HATES THIS COHABITATING THING. It makes him feel WEIRD when Dib gets all close like that, and it's been making him feel weird for years but at least Dib didn't do it MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY before now--
  56.  
  57. Grumbling, he starts putting together a shopping list for GIR, including honey and PEANUT BUTTER and jelly-filled donuts and stuff like that, and also he guesses some vegetables for his kind-of-human so he doesn't die of, like, scurvy or whatever.
  58.  
  59. Then, once he's sent GIR packing, he gathers up a meal for himself and goes to (join dib) also eat on the couch (close enough for Dib to keep making him feel weird).
  60.  
  61. the meal might just be a box of Choco-bombs.
  62.  
  63. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  64. Oh? Zim wants to be made to feel weird again, by sitting next to Dib on the couch? Well, that can be arranged... Dib's slouched on the couch by the time Zim joins him, leaning back, the plate partially balanced against his skinny gut, his long, fuzzy legs (in torn jeans that were once full-length pants but now barely reach his knees... whatever, they were getting too short anyways) stretched out in front of him, raptor-like, zygodactyl talons looking deadly even at rest."
  65.  
  66. When Zim sits beside him, Dib casually leans over to gently nudge his cheek against Zim's temple with a quietly, scratchy-sounding coo, before returning to his position. "Just in time for Mysterious Mysteries," He says, again like he hadn't done anything unusual. The gesture of his cheek to Zim's temple, specifically, has been one he's been performing with increasing frequency, and each time it's like he doesn't notice his own actions. "Man, I should really finish researching how to recharge those old spelldrives I have, I bet I could get a whole episode feature for it."
  67.  
  68. itsAlana02/25/2020
  69. NOOOO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED-- i mean, didn't want! He hates it when Dib makes that cute sweet wonderful cooing noise! He loathes the sweetness of the bumping! He hates this so much! And that's why he grumbles and complains, "Your spelldrives are stupid, and so is this show!" as he wiggles a little closer, so his head can rest against the soft, dark feathers of Dib's armwing.
  70.  
  71. zim is full of gay.
  72.  
  73. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  74. "My spelldrives are *cool*. Just... not when I use them on Gaz without knowing what it'll do, y'know." His cheeks color slightly. And just like he hasn't been noticing his own oddly affectionate actions, he fails to notice or else simply casually accepts Zim's sweet closeness. He even keeps that arm still, so as not to jostle the alien too much. "But they'll be even cooler with a full charge of... spell... charges. Some of the higher-cost spells were really neat-sounding!"
  75.  
  76. When the sandwich is gone, vanished into Dib's somewhat terrifyingly toothy maw (he could kill someone with those teeth alone) he sets the plate aside so he can tug his arm out from under Zim... and drape it around him instead. Like this, his long, fluffy wing is soft, warm, and draping like a blanket around Zim's shoulders.
  77.  
  78. itsAlana02/25/2020
  79. hmm zim definitely hates this too. and that's why he's making the tiniest little chirping noise as he leans into Dib's side and demandingly pulls the arm tighter around him, maximizing his cozy. "They can't be cooler than anything science can do," Zim says, and stuffs a handful of cereal into his face, crunching noisily.
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  81. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  82. "Ugh, don't say that, you sound like my *dad*," Dib whines- and then also lets out a quiet, raspy little chirp in response to Zim's, both insectoid and avian. "And technically, the spelldrives are the combination of science and magic in perfect harmony! It's what I like about them. These things aren't as mutually exclusive as *some people* like to think!"
  83.  
  84. itsAlana02/25/2020
  85. Zim answers the chirp with a little tiny (but less little and tiny) chirp of his own, and butts his head into Dib's side, and mumbles, "Stupid," and snuggles in close to complain about Mysterious Mysteries.
  86.  
  87. The most mysterious mystery of all is why Zim has been getting more snuggly and chirpy and cuddly over the weeks Dib has been here!
  88.  
  89. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  90. That is a real mystery! One that has gone completely unnoticed under Dib's nose. It's more of a mystery than why Dib has been so snuggly- that at least can be explained on a surface level by something going on with his instincts as some sort of moth-bird-man hybrid, even if the real reason why remains unseen. But Zim has no such excuse!
  91.  
  92. Still, Dib will happily argue about Mysterious Mysteries and science and magic and his definitely very cool collection of spelldrives for the rest of the episode, all while snuggling with this cuddly Irken, and trading weird little chirps back and forth.
  93.  
  94. itsAlana02/25/2020
  95. zim's not chirping!!!! these are... territorial... murdergrowls. yes. he hates dib. he hates dib so much and that's why, as the episode nears its end, he seems to be slipping into a drowse. a snugglecoma. a sleepy clingy alien torpor where he's abandoned the cereal box in Dib's lap and pulled up his legs to curl his arms around so he's entirely enveloped in Dib's warm dark feathers, his own antenna twitching sleepily.
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  97. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  98. "Hey," Dib says as the credits finally roll on his favorite show, and he gently nudges his armwing against Zim, "You're falling asleep. I thought Irkens didn't need sleep? You're always bragging about that."
  99.  
  100. Maybe he should jostle Zim! He'll do that by moving the cereal box out of the way and... gently gathering this sleepy Irken up in his fluffy arms, holding him close. Zim could rest his head on Dib's fluffy ruff like this. Wait! This isn't jostling at all!
  101.  
  102. itsAlana02/25/2020
  103. "DON'T... need sleep..." mumbles the sleepy Irken, and then not only rests his head on Dib's fluffy ruff, he curls his little clawed alien hands in it and presses his face into it, chirping. MURDERGROWLING i mean. he angy. he so angy. angy snuggles. (Angy snuggles are suspiciously similar to cozy comfy trusting cuddles.)
  104.  
  105. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  106. Dib chuckles, and leans his head down, to bump his cheek to Zim's temple again. "Man, and I just woke up, too. Were we not gonna do any tests tonight?" That's mostly find by him. As much as he'd like to get back to normal sooner rather than later, he's also perfectly happy to take a break from being poked and prodded. "Or we could save them for later."
  107.  
  108.  
  109. Maybe.... Maybe Dib could hold Zim against him, enveloped in those blanketing wings, and stand up. And maybe Dib could carry Zim down into the basement, if the Irken doesn't protest by wriggling free or anything.
  110.  
  111. itsAlana02/25/2020
  112. MAYBE DIB COULD. Maybe Zim will mutter and grumble into his ruff about how they're totally going to do tests, really, while letting himself be carried in the warm soft dark of Dib's arms-- his antenna are brushing against Dib's cheek as he nuzzles into the coziness of his ruff, and his knees are squeezing against Dib's sides as he clings to his ENEMY THAT HE HATES.
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  114. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  115. Dib holds Zim firmly, yet gently, against his chest, blanketed in his wings, as he descends into the depth of Zim's labs, seeking out the little hidey spot he'd long since carved out into his own personal sanctuary in Zim's base. It's up off the ground, up in a high ceiling, between the technoorganic tubing in a little forgotten cranny where the tubes weren't so tightly packed. Like a hollow in a tree, how could he have resisted?
  116.  
  117. It takes some effort getting up there without letting go of the alien in his arms. A lot of fluttering with one wing, the other staying wrapped over Zim, some scrambling up the tubes using his claws, more like a bat than what he's ostensibly supposed to be made of. But finally, he reaches his little hollow and crawls in, collapsing onto his side with Zim wrapped up in both wings.
  118.  
  119. The nest is surprisingly soft, built up and padded with various soft things he's found and stolen or requested from Zim, pillows and cushions and blankets- including, on top, the sheets, blankets, and pillows from his bed back home, long since stolen in the dead of night early in his occupancy in Zim's base. And as far as Dib is aware, Zim may have had no idea this nest existed, nor where Dib has been sleeping all this time, unless the Irken had been spying on him and following him when he wasn't paying attention. Which is highly possible!
  120.  
  121. itsAlana02/25/2020
  122. This MAY OR MAY NOT be the first time Zim's gotten sleepy and cozy in Dib's arms since his enemy started cohabitating with him... but this is definitely the first time Dib's indulged him by taking him to his nest. Not that Zim gets much of a look at it! He's kind of consumed in soft darkness, his arms sneaking up to curl around Dib's soft, soft neck, claws digging into the back of his feathery ruff, as Zim continues to nuzzle into his soft warmth. Mmmm. Good. Zim's stupid Irken instincts, still working their dumb buggy impulses inside his head, seem very, very pleased by this, and his PAK is too distracted to counteract them when he's so very, very cozy...
  123.  
  124. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  125. The nest itself is dark, with no lighting within, save for the gentle red glow of Dib's eyes as they light up his lenses. But darker still is being submerged in all his fluff like Zim is, both of Dib's armwings wrapped around him, his ruff thick and fluffy and soft, easy to lose one's face in.
  126.  
  127. Dib coos, a little more loudly than he had earlier, at feeling Zim's claws dig into the back of his ruff... Oh, that's nice, actually, and Dib wriggles a little. Only slightly embarrassed, he asks, "Can you scratch right there...?"
  128.  
  129. itsAlana02/25/2020
  130. Zim refuses, Dib is his enemy and he will do NOTHING for him (besides let him live with him, take care of him, make him sandwiches, and watch mysterious mysteries with him).
  131.  
  132. BUT MAYBE, because ZIM wants to, he will scratch right there, with a tiny tiny chirp back, antenna rubbing against Dib's cheeks. Ugh, smelly stinky bird-human... so gross...
  133.  
  134. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  135. Oh! Scratchies!! Dib chirps, louder than Zim, and then settles into soft, contented cooing. The gentle red glow dies down as he closes his eyes, melting into his nest, against Zim, sighing through his nose. Amazing! He really likes getting scratched there!
  136.  
  137. Dib ducks his head slightly, to gently nudge his face against Zim's forehead, his antennae drooping happily forward, dangerously within brushing distance of Zim's.
  138.  
  139. itsAlana02/25/2020
  140. Because Zim is right and correct and totally objective in all things, he grumbles something into Dib's ruff about how he's gross and smelly and Zim doesn't like him at all, while digging his little alien fingers in deep into his feathers, tipping his head back j u s t a smidge to rub his noseless face up under Dib's chin, and squeezes his knees tightly against Dib's sides to remind Dib that Zim is powerful and in charge and definitely not clinging besottedly to his unexpectedly handsome enemy.
  141.  
  142. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/25/2020
  143. Dib mumbles right back, his lips brushing against Zim's forehead, his breath so warm against the alien's skin, that Zim is awful and stupid and Dib definitely hates him a bunch. You can tell it's true in the way Dib coos a happy sigh, the way he ruffles his feathery fluff, making himself even poofier and softer, almost entirely absorbing Zim in all his silky feathers.
  144.  
  145. "You can nap here," he mumbles, even though he hates Zim and thinks he's awful and stupid, and rubs his cheek against Zim's head. And then it happens, with the turn of Dib's head to smoosh his cheek to Zim, with how happily, lazily drooped forward, towards his beloved enemy, his antennae are... they brush against Zim's, and Dib only dimly notices. His antennae twitch at the contact, Dib chirping, hugging Zim a little more tightly.
  146.  
  147. itsAlana02/26/2020
  148. Zim still doesn't NEED to nap, or sleep, or be snuggling eagerly into the warmth of Dib-- Dib should feel PRETTY SPOILED AND LUCKY for that--
  149.  
  150. And then Dib, the big flirty jerk, brushes his antenna against Zim's, and Zim jumps a little in his arms-- just because it's surprising! He's NOT pressing closer, and if Dib thinks he is, he's just stupid, and if he thinks the noise Zim makes is a sleepy-eager chirp then he needs to get his antenna and/or ears fixed. It's clearly a disgusted scoff. It's maybe a little hard to tell how disgusted Zim is, with his sleepy face tipped back and his antenna twitching a little, looking for Dib's again, but it's 100% disgust.
  151.  
  152. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  153. Dib's antennae are still there, still in touching distance, and when Zim's find them and brush against them again, Dib lets out another raspy chirp. His feathers ruffle again at the contact, antennae twitching, happily leaning themselves in for further, more deliberate contact. Dib's feeling fairly lucky and spoiled indeed, and he feels like pushing that luck-
  154.  
  155. Dib rolls, pinning Zim beneath him, smothering him into the nest, the full weight of his torso on him, fluffy and warm and affectionate. There's nothing to stop him from burying Zim in his fluff, from wriggling down, settling his head beside Zim's, nuzzling at the side of his head, his cheekbone, down to his jaw, his neck...
  156.  
  157. "You have... a good smell..." He mumbles into Zim's skin as he buries his face against it, fluffy ruff getting all up in Zim's face, antennae happily twitching affectionately at Zim's.
  158.  
  159. itsAlana02/26/2020
  160. Zim squeaks when he's rolled so very, very rudely onto his back, and wriggles a little under Dib, mildly alarmed-- excuse you dibstink that is his himself?-- but then Dib follows it up with snuggles, AS HE SHOULD IF HE WANTS TO GET THIS FRESH WITH ZIM, and antennas brushing past each other, DITTO, and tops it off with flattery--
  161.  
  162. Zim, of course, does Not melt into a happy alien puddle under Dib. It just might look like that to an outside observer, much like how the insect-chirps he's making might SOUND sweet and happy but are definitely fighty and grumpy.
  163.  
  164. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  165. Dib isn't intending to get fresh with Zim- honestly he isn't intending anything, hasn't been intending anything for the last several minutes, only following an innate need to wrap himself around Zim, to hold him close, to touch him and enjoy his comforting scent. He didn't even think to take off his glasses, even if now they're sitting askew on his face as he nuzzles into Zim's cheek.
  166.  
  167. More happy chirps and coos bubble up from Dib's throat, gladly answering Zim's and then some. And then, just like everything else he's done so far, never thinking even once with that big birdbrained head of his, barely even aware of his own actions, he follows another affectionate instinct- and nips Zim's jaw with his sharp teeth, so very gently to not even leave a mark, a gesture of pure affection, before he then nuzzles against the spot he just nipped.
  168.  
  169. The lights are on, but Dib Membrane is barely even home, and he certainly hasn't realized what he just did, too busy entangling his antennae with Zim's and submerging himself in the sweet, familiar scent of Zim.
  170.  
  171. itsAlana02/26/2020
  172. Zim trills, breathless, at the nibble-nuzzle, and digs his claws into Dib's hair, and... rubs his cheek past Dib's... to expose his throat to him... not that he trusts Dib with his life or anything, because he doesn't, he distrusts him entirely in fact, BUT, he's also very tough and strong and if Dib happened to put his sharp teeth on Zim's throat... he'd totally be absolutely fine... Dib should be intimidated by how fearless Zim is, really.
  173.  
  174. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  175. Dib isn't intimidated at all, actually! In fact, he seems quite pleased at the way Zim tips his head, exposes his slender neck, Irken skin green and smooth and soft... How could Dib resist nuzzling it, baring his teeth to so very gently brush their sharpness against it, and then nuzzling it even more? How could he resist burying his face in Zim's neck, cooing and chirping in delight, feathers ruffled and fuzzy antennae twitching against Zim's cheek.
  176.  
  177. What an affectionate mothman Zim has on his hands!
  178.  
  179. itsAlana02/26/2020
  180. WELL WHY IS HE NOT INTIMIDATED BY THIS SHOW OF IRKEN SUPERIORITY?? DIB IS SO STUPID AND THE WORST.
  181.  
  182. So stupid and the worst that Zim is going to have to give up on having his eyes open, trilling soft (and angrily!! so angrily!!) as he's cooed on...
  183.  
  184. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  185. Oh, good, Dib is perfectly happy that Zim is closing his eyes again, relaxing under Dib's soft affections... He'll just keep quietly making his weird, slightly squeaky, bug-bird chirps and coos into Zim's neck, antennae resting against the alien's cheek...
  186.  
  187. Does Zim fall asleep like that, buried under Dib and his fluffy softness, under his quiet, affectionate noises?
  188.  
  189. itsAlana02/26/2020
  190. NO. IRKENS DON'T NEED SLEEP. HE JUST... rests. unsleepily. for some to several hours. fuck you dib
  191.  
  192. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  193. That is, by most definitions, called sleep!!! And Dib happily lets Zim sleep, and just as happily snuggles his Irken teddy bear in his nest the entire time. Occasionally he might shift, roll the two of them over, adjust his hold on Zim, but always so carefully, to not wake him up.
  194.  
  195. But eventually, Dib finds himself face to face with Zim's antennae, clearly visible in the dark under Dib's eyes, the red glow filling the lenses of his glasses. At this point, Dib is laid back against his pillows, with Zim asleep against his chestfluff, and those antennae right in front of him... It's a struggle to resist the sudden overwhelming urge to preen them- there's nothing else on Zim for him to preen, and his instincts are suddenly aflame with the previously subdued need for it.
  196.  
  197. Maybe... maybe Dib could just... gently pet Zim's head, and also over an antenna, with one of his fuzzy, clawed hands... And then the other hand on the other antenna... And then maybe both those hands can so very, very carefully brush the antennae between his digits, straightening them, stroking them.
  198.  
  199. itsAlana02/26/2020
  200. Oh, so what Dib wants, then, is for his Definitely Not Asleep Irken to chirp and wiggle his antenna and nuzzle into Dib's ruff and sigh happily? This caressing seems to be making him do that, after all, and just as much make his little claws curl and flex against Dib's chest, and his little hips wiggle a bit...
  201.  
  202. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  203. Oh! Dib wasn't sure what he was expecting, but that reaction sure is encouraging! And extremely cute, making Dib smile softly...
  204.  
  205. Guess he'll have to keep going!
  206.  
  207. Perhaps he could brush his claws under an antennae, letting it rest against his knuckles as he dips his head down, lifting it to his mouth, parting his lips and baring his teeth... What if Dib were to gently, so gently, comb the antenna through his sharp teeth? And what if he were to lightly curl his long, thin tongue against it? And what if his breath were to be so very warm?
  208.  
  209. itsAlana02/26/2020
  210. well, MAYBE, and this is definitely a MAYBE, but MAYBE... maybe if Dib were to do that... his little alien's skinny little hips would wiggle more... and he'd trill drowsily... and let his eyes slide just a touch open as his hands climb to Dib's collarbones, clinging through his warm feathers, and this other antenna brushes against Dib's nose as he preens Zim...
  211.  
  212. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  213. Dib completely fails to notice any implications behind those wiggling hips, only that he has his Irken all but kneading like a cat against him, and that only encourages him further! Chuckling softly, after another moment, Dib releases the antenna he's been preening, in order to switch sides and do the same to the other one...
  214.  
  215. It's not quite as satisfying as if it had been feathers, being just a bare stalk, and there being only two of them... but it's at least scratching the itch of his need to preen Zim.
  216.  
  217. itsAlana02/26/2020
  218. Zim is not helplessly trilling and kneading and wiggling against Dib, despite outwards appearances, noises, or movements. He is totally able to help this, in fact! He just doesn't WANT to. In fact, what he WANTS to do is match Dib's preening with claws combing through his feathers, and to wiggle a bit more, spreading his legs so he's straddling Dib's grumblegrumblestomachgrumble and squeezing his sides with his knees-- and to DEMANDINGLY chirp and trill and utterly succumb to Dib's tender attentions, eyes still barely open.
  219.  
  220. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  221. With encouragement like that, Dib might have no choice but to repeat the process on both antennae all over again! And then, after they've both been preened twice over, Dib takes his mouth away, to instead smile down at Zim, while one of his hands continues to languidly stroke an antenna between his claws.
  222.  
  223. "Awake now?" He asks, voice quiet, lenses lit up red over Zim.
  224.  
  225. itsAlana02/26/2020
  226. Zim is maybe a little awake, but-- mmmnnnghhhh Dib is the worst he STOPPED doing thing. "No," he mumbles, grumpily, "you have to keep waking me up," and tips his head forward, to deliberately rub his antenna against Dib's face. Wake him up... more... please...
  227.  
  228. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  229. Dib chuckles, and combs both antennae through both sets of claws, cooing quietly. "Hmmm, you do seem pretty asleep..." He teases, and gently strokes one of the antennae deliberately along the side of a claw. "I could just leave you here to keep sleeping, since you seem so sleepy. I could go get myself dinner..."
  230.  
  231. Did Zim know his nemesis is a fucking monster?
  232.  
  233. itsAlana02/26/2020
  234. OH NOOO HE HATES HIM!!! Did Dib want!! Zim!!! to! bite him!!!
  235.  
  236. I mean Zim mostly gets a mouthful of fluff but you know it's the thought that counts. Also the rubbing your antenna in Dib's face, that counts too.
  237.  
  238. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  239. Dib dID NOT EXPECT ZIM TO TRY AND BITE HIM?? Of course, it barely even reaches his flesh before Zim is overwhelmed by a mouth full of fluff, and even then, all he has is nubs, but still! He lets out an alarmed laugh, and sputters as Zim's antennae rub at his face.
  240.  
  241. "Okay, okay!! God, fine, I'll keep going!" Jeeze! He hadn't expected an Irken to be so happy to have his whole boring antennae preened... Dib will gently stroke the back of his knuckles down the stalk of an antenna, and then lift it to his face, to nuzzle, to bare his teeth, to so sweetly, carefully preen it again with his fangs and his tongue.
  242.  
  243. itsAlana02/26/2020
  244. Zim chirps and trills and pants warmly into the mouthful of fluff as Dib resumes preening him, twitching and wiggling against his nemesis, his bright eyes falling closed again as he VERY much enjoys... mmm... yeah... s'good... chirpchirptrill...
  245.  
  246. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  247. Dib is content to preen and re-preen this antennae all night long, and he does repeat the process a couple times, but he does start to notice, admittedly slowly, the way Zim pants into his fluff, the way he wiggles against Dib's belly... and it starts to dawn on him that there may be something a little fucky up with that.
  248.  
  249. Dib slows his roll, returning to simply stroking Zim's antennae between his claws, slow and gentle, brows furrowing just slightly behind his glowing glasses as he gauges Zim's reaction.
  250.  
  251. itsAlana02/26/2020
  252. NO???? INCREASE ROLL? UGH DIB IS USELESS--
  253.  
  254. Dib's alien whines, maybe a little pathetically, and butts up under his chin, the tension in his body making him tremble. "Don't sssss*stop*," he whines, and (oh there's definitely something fucky in the way that Zim) nips at Dib's jaw with blunt and nubby teeth before squirming atop Dib and rubbing against his lips again.
  255.  
  256. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  257. Oh, okay, yes, Dib is sure now that this is definitely, and probably literally, fucky. His cheeks turn red, and he completely stops touching Zim's antennae, entirely, wrapping his wingarms around Zim instead.
  258.  
  259. "Uhm... I think we need to cool down a little." He says, the monster, feeling even warmer than he usually does. Dude!! Zim was nibbling his jaw!!! That's... whew!!!
  260.  
  261. itsAlana02/26/2020
  262. Zim whines louder, and bites harder at Dib's jaw, deeply annoyed. What, Dib can't finish what he starts??? Dib is just going to ABANDON Zim's antenna to be UNTOUCHED??? Maybe Zim will... will... NOT SCRATCH AT HIS FEATHERS. See how he likes it.
  263.  
  264. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  265. "Ow!" Dib says, even though being bitten harder hardly hurts at all, with those nubby Irken teeth. "Okay, yeah, you *definitely* need to chill."
  266.  
  267. Cruelly, monstrously, Dib actually grabs Zim, and pulls the alien OFF his chest, and deposits him in the nest, and not on his person, frowning. His glasses are the only light in the dim, enclosed space, two red, glowing discs, like headlights.
  268.  
  269. itsAlana02/26/2020
  270. Zim hates this actually, and his antenna lay back as he rolls away from Dib, pouting. Fine! He didn't want to get snuggled and preened and adored ANYWAYS. He doesn't like Dib or his attentions at ALL, after all. "You're the worst," he sulks to the side of the nest, his PAK to Dib.
  271.  
  272. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  273. Dib rolls his eyes, which makes the glow of his lenses shift. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, you were getting..." Too into it? Aroused?? Fuckin' horny??? "...too heated. We needed a break."
  274.  
  275. Dib shifts, and grabs the edge of a blanket, to drag it over and pull it over Zim, all but tucking him in. "I need to go grab something to eat, anyways. The jelly sandwich was barely a snack and that was ages ago."
  276.  
  277. itsAlana02/26/2020
  278. Zim does NOT chirp when he's tucked in. It's a grumble, and he hates Dib, and he... rolls back over and squints after Dib as he goes. Mean awful smelly terrible bad Dib...
  279.  
  280. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  281. Okay, even if things got a little weird for a second there (and boy does Dib's belly feel like it's writhing, and doesn't he feel absurdly warm...) Zim is still... so cute, and Dib can't help but bend and lean in close, to rub his cheek at Zim's temple like he's been doing for a while now, with a little chirp of his own.
  282.  
  283. And then Dib wriggles out of the hideaway and out into the lab, fluttering away on silent wings, escaping the base and out into the night...
  284.  
  285. It's a while before he comes back, maybe an hour or so, and the first place he goes on his return is back to his nest. Is Zim still there, or has he awoken without a warm, fluffy mothman to snuggle, and gone off into his labs to do Zim-things?
  286.  
  287. itsAlana02/26/2020
  288. Zim is still there, but... he may have relocated... into the warm spot made by Dib's body... and rubbed his antenna all over the pillows and blankets... and be playing a hand-held game on an Irken tablet when Dib returns, poking drowsily with a PAK leg because he's too lazy to poke with his hands. He's very cute.
  289.  
  290. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/26/2020
  291. Oh! Oh!!!! Oh, he's VERY cute, and Dib makes a great big smile just seeing him like that. The quiet click of Dib's claws and talons against the tubes outside his nest are the only warning Zim has that his creature has returned, before Dib is crawling inside, up behind Zim. There's something clutched in the talons of one of his raptorial feet, which he plucks out with his claws.
  292.  
  293. His wing drapes over Zim like a shroud, as he reaches over to dangle his prize in front of Zim's head.
  294.  
  295. It's a mouse. A freshly killed one. And he's dangling it by it's tail.
  296.  
  297. itsAlana02/27/2020
  298. Zim's antenna twitch at the clicking and the scent of Dib, coming closer-- but he lets himself be enveloped in the warmth of a wing without objection, apparently done sulking about Dib's CRUEL AND UNUSUAL decision to not preen Zim to orgasm, and--
  299.  
  300. "Hmm. Is that a mouse?" he asks, because it appears to be a mouse, and pokes it with one PAKleg. "... For me?"
  301.  
  302. At least it's fresh, and not rotting! Genuinely appreciative of that.
  303.  
  304. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  305. "Yeah, I caught it for you," Dib says, looking quite proud, leaning in to nudge his cheek against Zim's temple. It's only then that he suddenly remembers that Zim doesn't eat mice, and his face goes hot. "Uh... I-I can eat it, if you don't want it."
  306.  
  307. itsAlana02/27/2020
  308. "It WOULD probably fuse my throat closed and make life very unpleasant if I ate it," Zim admits, but-- awww, Dib got it for him... he chirps, fondly, I mean hatefully, and rubs his head against Dib's cheek. "But Zim could use it for an experiment! I can always use more earth-creature bodies to try things on."
  309.  
  310. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  311. "Sorry," Dib says, and nudges his cheek against Zim's temple again, nuzzling apologetically, "I didn't think, I just... did."
  312.  
  313. Zim is really too nice to Dib, finding an excuse to accept his slightly bloody gift, and Dib was almost about to take it back before Zim insists he could use it for experiments. "Rats and mice are pretty infamously used for scientific experiments here on Earth," he says, wiggling the mouse's tail a little and watching it swing like a pendulum, "I dunno, maybe you could use them for the more risky DNA experiments while trying to sort out this Mothman shit.
  314.  
  315. itsAlana02/27/2020
  316. "Oooh, good idea! If you wanna go put that in the freezer, I can clone it later." Dib is so... NOT smart... and NOT cute... neither of those things... in fact he is dumb and ugly.
  317.  
  318. Yet for some reason Zim chirps for him again and rubs against his cheek again, affectionately.
  319.  
  320. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  321. think abt zim being furious about mouse blood in dibs pockets
  322. Dib will nuzzle that cute green head a little more, then! "I'll be right back," he says, and puts the mouse's tail between his teeth as he moves away, slipping silently back out of the nest to go put it away in a freezer. He returns a few minutes later, just as quietly, only to not very quietly flop into the nest beside Zim with a fwump and a scattering of air from under him.
  323.  
  324. "Maybe I should start collecting more of those for experiments," Dib says, wriggling over to be side-to-side with Zim, draping a wing across his back and nudging his cheek to Zim's temple again. "Maybe live ones? Those might be more useful, but they're a little hard to catch without killing them sometimes..."
  325.  
  326. itsAlana02/27/2020
  327. "One is enough for cloning! You can eat the rest. As long as you don't put them in your *pockets* first--" Zim haven't you definitely already scolded him about this? Anyways even as Zim kvetches about pocket mice, he's gonna rub his face against Dib's, still tapping at his game but very distractedly...
  328.  
  329. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  330. "Uh, yeah, right, don't put them in my pockets," Dib says, and sneaks the claws of his other wing into his pocket to fish out the two mice he'd stuffed in there earlier, turning his head and quickly swallowing one and hoping Zim doesn't notice. The other one gets shoved somewhere in the nest for later.
  331.  
  332. Innocently, Dib turns his face back to Zim's to nuzzle a cheekbone. "What're you doing in here, anyway? Whatcha playing?"
  333.  
  334. itsAlana02/27/2020
  335. Grumbly, Zim confesses, "I was comfortable..." And it smells like Dib in here, and he maybe was hoping that if he stayed here waiting for Dib then Dib would reward him with more antenna-touches... "'S a Vortian game I downloaded... you match these three-dimensional blocks into layers to create resources for your village--" It's 3-dimensional tetris, basically.
  336.  
  337. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  338. Dib doesn't quite go straight to preening Zim's antennae or anything... but he DOES settle his chin on Zim's small shoulder, cheeks touching, watching his screen. "Neat! Looks kinda fun, maybe. Bet my sister would hate it, though." He chuckles, and Zim can probably feel it against him, and his antennae are twitching gently above his head, "She thinks phone games are an insult to gaming, or something."
  339.  
  340. itsAlana02/27/2020
  341. "No, *gatcha* games are an insult to gaming," Zim says, primly, "since their systems are based in gambling, not skill. *This* game takes skill and reflexes, so she probably would like it. Stupid Dib-smelly." Also he nuzzles his cheek against Dib's, antenna brushing against his... smelly awful dib...
  342.  
  343. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  344. Dib is about to ask about where a game about running a fruit stand and waiting on timers stands in that dichotomy, but then Zim's antenna brushes against his, and he'd already been sinking into the pleasant scent of Zim that had been suffusing into his nest over the last handful of hours, but that makes him chirp, makes him give in to the urge to lean in, to bury his face against Zim's neck, sending his glasses askew, while he uses his wingarm draped over Zim to tug him even closer against Dib.
  345.  
  346. itsAlana02/27/2020
  347. Zim chirps back, surprised but pleased, and thumbs the pause button on his game, because oh this is-- mm-- he tips his head aside, giving Dib all the neck he wants to press his face against, and chirpchirptrills for him, eyes fluttering half-closed. OH? ARE WE DOING THIS NOW, DIB??? ARE WE DONE COOLING OFF AND SLOWING ROLLS???
  348.  
  349. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  350. Oh- oh, please chirp and trill again, Zim, he could feel those against his nose and lips as he nuzzled against the side of Zim's neck, that was *delightful*... In fact, Dib might drag his free hand over, to gently rub the side of a claw against Zim's throat- and wouldn't that be scary, if it were done with any other intent? His claws are so sharp, but his touch is so gentle, so careful, only wanting to feel the thrum of Zim's chirps against it as he coos happily into Zim's skin, lips brushing against it, breath so warm.
  351.  
  352. We may or may not be done cooling off and slowing rolls, maybe!!
  353.  
  354. itsAlana02/27/2020
  355. Zim is VERY happy to chirp and trill for Dib, and trill and chirp, and probably even trirp and chill or something if Dib keeps nuzzling at him like that-- and maybe, for Dib, he'll even roll over a little bit, tip his head back, and let Dib nuzzle against the front of his throat, where all his chirp-noises vibrate through...
  356.  
  357. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  358. Dib had been enjoying feeling the vibration of Zim's wonderful noises against his claw, had been happily answering them with quiet, delight chirping and cooing of his own, but- oh!! oh!!! This is quite welcome, actually, Dib happily turns his nuzzling to the front of Zim's throat, to feel the vibrations directly against his lips, his nose, his cheek.
  359.  
  360. He rolls over as well, onto his side, sliding both wings around Zim and scooping him up, pulling him flush to Dib's chest while he has his face buried against Zim's throat, antennae twitching right in front of Zim's face.
  361.  
  362. itsAlana02/27/2020
  363. Zim is pliable, happy to move, VERY happy to be cuddled so close-- he trills, long and happily, and wraps his arms around Dib's fluffy head, and-- oh!! Look at this! Cute moth antenna right in front of him! Maybe he'll scratch the back of Dib's skull with one hand, and pet an antenna with the other...
  364.  
  365. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  366. Dib is QUITE pleased to feel that trill, and even happier to have Zim's arms around his head, and even more happier to have alien hands in his hair, scratching, and, ahh, petting one of his antennae... A pleased shudder rolls through Dib with a loud, squeaking, raspy coo, all his fluff, even the fluff in his hair, ruffling up and poofing out.
  367.  
  368. "Mhh... like that," he mumbles against Zim's skin, and then opens his mouth a little wider, so he can nip Zim's neck like he had earlier in the day- barely even a nip at all, just the sweetest, most careful touch of the sharp points of his teeth against Zim's skin, not even enough to hurt or leave a mark, the gentlest excuse of a 'bite'... And when he takes his teeth away, closes his mouth again, his tongue slips out from between his lips, inhuman and slender, curling against Zim's skin before slurping back into his mouth.
  369.  
  370. itsAlana02/27/2020
  371. Zim LOVES that coo-- no actually he hates it but he knows it means he's doing something, um, totally awful to Dib, right-- anyways when Zim is cooed at, he trills back, and then whimpers eagerly at the tiny, tiny gentle bite, at the touch of Dib's slender tongue against his skin... did Dib know that Zim likes *that*? Because he does, and Dib gets rewarded for his cuddly snuggly courtshippy cooperation with BOTH antenna getting pet, Zim gently stroking his hands up their floofy, adorable lengths.
  372.  
  373. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  374. Ohhhh noooo!!! Dib's getting BOTH his antennae pet?? They're probably not *quite* as strong erogenous zones as Zim's are to him, but it's clearly awfully enjoyable for Dib, his feathers ruffling and re-ruffling, poofy from head to toe, his claws starting to curl and uncurl in the back of Zim's tunic. And if Zim liked that coo, well, luckily for him, even more follow it, though each is quieter than the last as he melts under Zim's clever hands.
  375.  
  376. Dib's shoulders hunch up, his arms holding Zim a little tighter, his ruff so fluffed it's practically hiding half his face. He's still nosing at Zim's neck, though, breathing warm against it, glasses crooked and eyes shut tight.
  377.  
  378. itsAlana02/27/2020
  379. Zim LIKES this, and he trills especially hard just for Dib, rubs his face against the base of Dib's antenna, scratches at Dib's scalp and the back of his ruff between antenna-pettings... he might as well be shouting "yes yes take me I'm yours!" to his cute bird-brained nemesis, tbh, but in case Dib doesn't get it, Zim might have to push him onto his back... and straddle his belly like he did before... and nibble at his jaw...
  380.  
  381. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  382. Oh- does Zim notice, before he pushes Dib over, that of all the sweet and affectionate things he does to his birdbrained nemesis, all the scratching and petting, the thing that draws out the happiest coo and even a few chirps, the thing that makes Dib's claws scrabble at Zim's back, grasping at his waist and his shoulder, the thing that makes his feathers poof out and his breath sigh hot against Zim's neck, is when Zim rubbed his face against Dib's antennae?
  383.  
  384. He smells so sweet, almost intoxicating, like extra-ripe fruit in that pre-fermenting sweet spot, like luscious nectar, like honey, he can hardly be blamed if his tongue slips out to slurp against Zim's skin again. It melts his mind, makes him want to cling to Zim and never let go, makes him want to do anything Zim could ever ask of him...
  385.  
  386. But then Zim pushes him onto his back, and Dib lets him, feathers ruffling again, eyes fluttering behind crooked glasses, making the red glow flicker. Dibs claws keep kneading into Zim's tunic as he tips his head obligingly, those sweetly strange squeaky noises slipping from his throat in little chirps and rasping coos.
  387.  
  388. itsAlana02/27/2020
  389. What about what his stupid birdbrain is asking of him? Will he do that? Maybe if Zim cups his face and nuzzles back up to his antenna, rubs his face against their soft, fluffy, adorable floofs, his instincts will overwhelm him... or maybe he'll just chirp and fluff and be so very, very cute, which is also perfectly acceptable,
  390.  
  391. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  392. He might just chirp and fluff and be so very, very cute... at least, for now. He's a little overwhelmed, but in a way that's awfully wonderful, his antennae happily twitching against Zim's face, pressing against his skin as much as he's rubbing against them. He's starting to feel almost drunk on Zim's scent, his eyes falling shut, his coos accompanied by contented sighs, the grip of his claws in Zim's tunic weak.
  393.  
  394. Dib tips his head, to slurp his slender tongue against Zim's jaw, as if seeking the nectar Zim must be hiding on his person, his soft green skin sweet to Dib's tastebuds... "Sweet..." Dib murmurs, and licks again, tongue curling under Zim's jaw.
  395.  
  396. itsAlana02/27/2020
  397. Zim shivers all over at the slide of Dib's tongue over his skin, and-- and shivers again at the second lick, trilling eagerly into Dib's antenna. "You're ss--" he starts, voice unsteady, and it drops off, almost shyly. "...sssweet," he whispers, and-- maybe he should-- lick Dib back? Lick at the stem of one of his antenna, maybe? Right down here, near the base, so he can tilt his head forward and rub his own antenna against the delightful softness of Dibs...
  398.  
  399. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  400. Licking Dib's antennae might not be quite as pleasant as the other way around, seeing as his are very fluffy, unlike Zim's bare stalks... Unless Zim doesn't mind the silky hair under his tongue! Dib certainly seems to enjoy receiving it, though, just as much as he enjoys Zim calling him sweet back. He shivers, fluffs again, and then again at the touch of Zim's antennae against his.
  401.  
  402. Dib whines softly, with his real voice, not only chirping and cooing... His claws catch in Zim's tunic, tugging slightly, his body feeling hot. There's a stirring in his pants, his breath starting to come quicker, and Dib really is awfully easy to seduce when Zim reciprocates his instinctual courting, isn't he? Maybe he'll have to tug Zim closer, bury his face against his neck again, let his teeth tease at Zim's skin once more, let his tongue curl against Zim's throat...
  403.  
  404. itsAlana02/27/2020
  405. chirpchirpCHIRPCHIRPchirp ohh-- Zim wiggles a little atop Dib, and maybe it's a little weird to lick these weird hairy moth antennae, but Dib's reactions are so cute and eager... but... those teeth... his tongue...
  406.  
  407. Okay so MAYBE Irkens don't kiss, and MAYBE mothmen don't either, but Zim is pretty sure HUMANS do, and that humans sometimes kiss with their tongues, and he wonders if he'd still taste sweet and good to Dib if they were kissing, and-- he kind of wants to find out, okay? For science. And that's why he slides his hands back around Dib's antenna, and slides his body down Dib's a little bit, and licks, a little shyly, at his mouth.
  408.  
  409. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  410. Dib is so obedient and pliant under Zim, letting the alien touch him any way he likes, letting him move about on top of him, letting him- letting him lick his tongue against Dib's mouth. There's not even a second of hesitation for Dib to return it, his own tongue slipping out to meet Zim's, before he lifts his head slightly to push their mouths together, to meet their lips, his tongue curling around Zim's.
  411.  
  412. And, oh, he IS sweet, like the core of a flower, Dib can't help but groan softly into Zim's mouth, feathers ruffling again. One of his hands lets go of Zim's tunic to lift up to his head, to pet over an antenna, claws gentle and palms fuzzy and soft.
  413.  
  414. So, Zim moved a little lower down Dib's body, right? Has he moved low enough for his rump to come in contact with Dib's groin? If it is, it might find itself acquainted with a growing bulge, and Dib's other hand is clutching at Zim's hip more firmly by the moment, apparently intent on keeping him put- which is handy, when Dib's hips roll up against Zim's.
  415.  
  416. itsAlana02/27/2020
  417. Alas Zim is SHORT and Dib is LONG-- but if, maybe, Dib were to grab his hip, and drag him a little lower, so Zim has to tip his head back to stay kissing Dib-- then maybe there would be a cute alien butt against Dib's dong, and a sweet alien mouth full of eager chirps for Dib, and a trembling body squirming against him...!
  418.  
  419. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  420. Dib MIGHT drag Zim a little lower, the grip of his claws on Zim's hip firm, and Zim is so very slight, so very easy to move, so that Dib can roll that arousal in his pants against his little alien tush. Hunched, Dib's face follows Zim's as well as his neck will allow, not yet done with sampling the sweetness of the Irken's mouth, meeting his chirps with those of his own.
  421.  
  422. itsAlana02/27/2020
  423. Ohhh-- oh!-- Zim might. LIKE this. He might like this a lot, and his hips wiggle, pressing his butt against Dib's cock, rubbing his smooth crotch against Dib's stomach-- that feels REALLY good for some reason, *wow*-- and maybe he's lick back against Dib's tongue, letting his own wind around it, licking eagerly...
  424.  
  425. Dib's irken seems! To be horny!
  426.  
  427. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  428. Well, luckily for Dib's Irken, Dib ALSO seems to be horny! His hips roll and push up against Zim's butt for a bit while he groans and coos into Zim's mouth, tongues tangling, breath mingling... But then, abruptly, Dib surges up, forward, over, until Zim is the one on his back, with Dib loomed over him, a canopy of soft black all around. Dib's lips pull back slightly, brushing his teeth teasingly against Zim's lips with a series of chirps, antennae twitching wildly.
  429.  
  430. His hips have nestled themselves up between Zim's thighs, his back hunched to accommodate Zim's small size, and with his greater size and his wings and fluff, he's almost entirely covered Zim with himself, smothering him against the nest as he starts to rut needily against the alien's blank groin, even with pants and leggings between them.
  431.  
  432. itsAlana02/27/2020
  433. ZIM LIKES THIS-- but Dib seems, maybe, a little *over*enthusiastic. Wouldn't Dib like it better if he weren't wearing pants? Zim is pretty sure the mating bits are supposed to be OUT for mating-- not that Zim has any, but--
  434.  
  435. "Shh, shh, Dib," Zim mumbles between chirps, giggling a little, and scratches Dib's ruff with one hand while reaching down between them with his other-- hi Dib's junk! Let him free you from these shredded jeans! How about a little warm Zimhand tugging aside any undies, too! And then... after that... that little warm Zimhand might trace his fingers up Dib's cock... while scratching the back of his neck and chirping eagerly...
  436.  
  437. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  438. Dib answers the hush with a whine and even more overeager rutting for a moment- but only that moment, his hips hips slowing to subdued rolling as his ruff is scritched and as Zim's hand meets his aching groin... He whimpers as Zim's fingers, so much more deft than his claws, which have already worried the fly of his jeans and scratched the hell out of the button and zipper tab, open up his pants, freeing his cock.
  439.  
  440. Dib is quite a tall boy, and it seems his height isn't the only thing that's been receiving a growth spurt, his cock proportionally sized to match- but it's not quite perfectly humanly shaped, the head longer and more tapered. Dib shudders, fluffs, squeaks, breaks their kiss to pant and groan against Zim's mouth, tongue left dangling. His hips keep rolling needily into Zim's touch, bumping his cock against Zim's still-clothed, flat groin.
  441.  
  442. itsAlana02/27/2020
  443. Zim feels hot and eager all through, and sprinkles awkward but delightful kisses all over Dib's chin and under his jaw and back to his mouth, scratching fondly at his feathers. "Ohhh, you want me, Dib?" he whispers, sounding pleased and smug, and presses the cock between his hand and his groin, rocking his hips to rub against it-- nnngh oh that DOES feel so VERY good, doesn't it?-- before suggesting, feeling kind of giddy and excited, "Why don't you use those handsome claws of yours to get at me?"
  444.  
  445. Maybe... and this is kind of kinky, honestly, but Zim's into this eager fuckbeast thing Dib's got going on... maybe Dib could literally tear Zim's uniform off? :3c
  446.  
  447. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  448. Oh, oh, Dib DOES want him, he does, he does, and he hovers over Zim, panting and chirping and cooing, nosing sweetly at Zim's face as he receives all those kisses, feathers practically trembling under Zim's touch. But when Zim presses Dib's cock to his groin, Dib rasps out an odd noise, rutting his hips forward in a hard thrust against Zim's flat crotch.
  449.  
  450. Zim doesn't have to tell Dib twice- in fact, he might not have had to tell Dib at all, as those claws are moving before the words have finished leaving his lips. They catch on Zim's leggings and on his tunic, the latter yanking away, tearing a long rip up it. The former drag down Zim's hip and thigh, much less than gently, ripping them open down his leg, then grabbing, yanking, tearing across the groin, exposing more and more green skin, until the leggings are merely clinging to Zim's legs.
  451.  
  452. Dib's lips have pulled back from his fearsome teeth, teasing the sharp points at Zim's jaw, and there's nothing, then, to stop Dib from thrusting his cock again, against the soft skin of Zim's crotch, while his claws keep shredding at Zim's uniform.
  453.  
  454. itsAlana02/27/2020
  455. UM THAT WAS PRETTY HOT, ACTUALLY-- and Zim trills, excited, because *he* controls this handsome Dib-beast, he's barely even *scratched* but his clothes are shredded away and his sweet, eager, wild moth-Dib's cock is rubbing against his skin, so hot and strange and-- nnngh--
  456.  
  457. Eagerly, almost desperately, Zim rolls his hips and squeezes his knees against Dib, makes hungry noises for Dib, lets himself be thrust against for Dib-- and for himself, because it's KIND OF AMAZING to be the focal point of all this untamable lust, to be so *desperately* wanted. But also Dib deserves this, for courting Zim so sweetly, and being so cute right now--
  458.  
  459. Anyways a few more thrusts and there might be some interesting stuff going on junk-wise between Zim's leggies. :3c
  460.  
  461. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  462. Is it still sweet and cute when Dib takes his claws from the shreds of Zim's uniform, bracing one hand against Zim's shoulder, while the other drags (more gently) back down Zim's thigh, down to his knee, to curl underneath it... and shove it up, against Zim's chest, spreading his legs wide apart. Dib nips with, at this point, almost surprisingly gentleness at Zim's jaw, teeth barely scraping, while he keeps making those odd, raspy, hungry noises, his cock frotting desperately at Zim's crotch, rolling and thrusting.
  463.  
  464. itsAlana02/27/2020
  465. DEFINITELY STILL CUTE. sweet is debatable, and will become yet more debatable when Zim, with a startled whine and squirm under Dib, feels something sparkling and hot and strange low in his gut-- something wonderful and hot and weird-- oh--
  466.  
  467. Under Dib's desperately thrusting cock, and under the warm, soft darkness of Dib's body, Zim's junk starts revealing itself, his own slender cock bursting free and a tight, untouched hole presenting itself to Dib as Zim cries out in startled pleasure-- he doesn't know WHAT'S happening down there but WOW does that feel good!!!
  468.  
  469. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  470. Dib lets out a loud, hoarse, and certainly startled moan as Zim's groin finally spills open under his cock! Oh, wow, that's definitely an extremely welcome surprise, but Dib hardly takes the time to ponder it. Instead, he simply thanks his lucky stars, and thrusts his cock against Zim's dick a while longer... maybe it could curl against his? Because, oh, it's got some very nice bumps and ridges, that are very pleasant to frot against.
  471.  
  472. He continues to nibble at Zim's jaw, and also mouth and lick, cooing and moaning, though his mouth starts to wander down, back to Zim's neck, to his throat, wanting to feel those chirps... And don't think that hole he's rubbing the underside of his cock against has escaped his notice, he's just taking a minute-
  473.  
  474. itsAlana02/27/2020
  475. It might curl against his-- oh, but then Zim lets out a startled, wild trill, his claws curling in Dib's shirt and his feathered ruff, and his cock wiggles and squeezes helplessly against Dib's, and-- and-- oh--
  476.  
  477. Congrats, Dib! You made your alien cum!
  478.  
  479. Zim pants and moans and trills helplessly, eyelids fluttering as he spills his warm Irken seed against Dib's cock, and he flops his head back and lets Dib at his neck again as the rubbing and thrusting just-- ohhh-- it's good--
  480.  
  481. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  482. Oh- oh, ohhh, oh that's all very, very nice, feeling Zim's cock curling against his, the bumps and ridges, the slick surface, it feels amazing on Dib's dick... and even more amazing when it curls tighter, squirming around his cock desperately as Zim abruptly climaxes under him. Um, gee? Dib's not exactly surprised Zim is sensitive, but... gee!
  483.  
  484. He might rut against Zim's cock a little more, enjoying the slickness of Irken cum on both their dicks, while he kisses, mouths, licks, and nibbles at Zim's throat, enjoying the feel of those trills.
  485.  
  486. But that barely lasts a minute before Dib is craving more, craving that hole rubbing at his cock, an uncontrollable needs starting to rise up within him... Zim's scent has become intoxicating and heavy, his antennae constantly twitching, almost vibrating, as he drowns in it, losing himself in it.
  487.  
  488. He presses Zim's leg more firmly to his chest, chirps loudly against his neck, pulls his hips slowly back until the tapered tip of his cock comes to rest at Zim's entrance... and then Dib closes his teeth on Zim's throat, firm, just enough to dig the sharp points into Zim's flesh, holding his neck in place, all while Dib presses his hips forward, pushing into Zim's hole.
  489.  
  490. itsAlana02/27/2020
  491. Zim has NOOOOO idea what's going on down south-- SURELY not mating? Zim cannot do that? He was just indulging Dib, and also himself?-- but he's definitely still in control-- very in control-- the most in control--
  492.  
  493. and then he's not in control, Dib's cock slipping free of Zim's, Dib's teeth digging at his flesh and making Zim shiver and whine, and the hot, hard tip of his cock moving-- pressing-- oh oh OH--
  494.  
  495. Zim lets out a breathless, shrill cry as his untouched hole is suddenly very, very touched, clutching and clawing desperately at Dib's shirt, his entire body jolting and trembling as hard heat slides into his tight, tight body. Zim couldn't describe the feeling of it even if he could make words, but he can't make words, not right now, only keening, desperate, unmoored noises of overwhelming pleasure as his Dib starts to stuff him...
  496.  
  497. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/27/2020
  498. It's a terribly good thing Dib's mutations have had an effect on the shape of his cock, making the head long and tapered... it makes it a lot easier to stuff slowly into Zim's tight, previously untouched- unknown, even- hole. Zim's high, desperately, pleasurably alarmed noises are answered by Dib's chirps and other raspy, squeaking noises from his throat, contrasting with low, hungry moans of pleasure.
  499.  
  500. Zim feels... incredible, almost indescribable, tight and slick, the flesh soft and smooth and probably wonderfully textured around his cock. Despite his almost feral behavior up 'til now, Dib moves slow, so slow. His teeth may be digging into Zim's throat, but his cock, his hips, are nothing but gentle as Zim's previously virgin hole spreads slowly around him. He might even stop after only a couple inches have made it in, let it rest a moment, dislodge his teeth from Zim's flesh.
  501.  
  502. Dib kisses and licks and nuzzles so sweetly at the marks he's made in Zim's skin, as his hips start to rock into Zim, fucking him shallowly. He's so small, such a little alien, even drunk on his scent, lost in its intoxicating haze, he doesn't want to break Zim, doesn't want to truly hurt him.
  503.  
  504. itsAlana02/27/2020
  505. Zim's entire body feels like it's on fire but kind of in the BEST way, and under Dib he's writhing with the intensity, the incredibly thickness and depth of Dib's cock inside him-- imagine what it'll feel like when it's more than "almost nothing!" Zim, frankly, might die at that point, and he might even die at this point-- it's so much-- it's so **good**--
  506.  
  507. With a voiceless whimper, Zim's cock squirms down, curling and rubbing around the base of Dib's cock, and very promptly comes all over it for a second time.
  508.  
  509. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  510. O-Oh, oh, goodness, Dib had already appreciated how mobile Zim's dick was, but he somehow hadn't anticipated that it could still toy with his own cock while he was pushing into Zim's hole! G-Goodness, that sort of mobility is something to take note of to play with later... But for now, Dib's just enjoying the contact of it curled and squirming around him as he shallowly fucks Zim. But with his movement, and with the added lubrication of Zim's own, slick cum, his cock is able to slip further and further into Zim with each thrust, gradually stuffing him so, so full...
  511.  
  512. When more than half of Dib's cock is finally buried inside of Zim, he suddenly takes his free hand off Zim's shoulder, to drag it down Zim's body, to his other leg, to curl under that knee and push *that* leg up against Zim's chest just like the first. Like this, practically bent in half, the angle of Zim's hips is changed, and Dib can rut even deeper into him- nnngh, f-fuck, that's real good, actually, to be so deep inside of his alien, his Zim, his- his mate, Zim is his mate, all his, and Dib murmurs low, breathless, against Zim's skin, "mine," before closing his teeth around Zim's throat again.
  513.  
  514. itsAlana02/28/2020
  515. Zim is absolutely delirious under Dib, squeaking and whining and very, very, very noisy as his body is filled with just *so much* cock, the slide of Dib inside of him, the slickness of his own cum letting Dib in deeper and deeper-- he cums again, at least once, his body squeezing desperately around Dib, claws catching with helpless neediness at his hair and ruff--
  516.  
  517. And then Dib moves him, as easily as if Zim were a doll or a toy, Zim's cock slipping away from Dib's and laying, twitching, against his own bared belly as Dib's alien cries out in overwelmed pleasure-- both at being *Dib's*, being *his*, being *wanted*, and at how indescribable it feels to be almost-certainly-not-mated-but-definitely-SOMETHING-good-is-going-on-down-there...!
  518.  
  519. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  520. Dib's claws finally let go of Zim's knees, his body doing a fine enough job of keeping Zim's legs pushed up, the alien bent in half, ankles over Dib's shoulders. One hand lands on Zim's arm, pinning it to the nest, while the other curls over Zim's head, over an antenna, not petting but firmly holding.
  521.  
  522. His teeth dislodge from Zim's throat again, replaced with sweet kisses and licks and eager cooing and chirping between Dib's low, panting moans, breath hot on Zim's skin. "Mine," he says again, with a long roll of his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Zim, "mine," and again, until this time his hips are flush against Zim's, his cock buried as deep as he can get, a shudder rattling through his body and ruffline his feathers, "mine," and he rests like that for a moment, body trembling and antennae vibrating.
  523.  
  524. And then he moves again, hips moving in slow, deep thrusts.
  525.  
  526. itsAlana02/28/2020
  527. Trilling, babbling, gasping, Zim trembles and shakes under Dib, and-- and every time Dib says *mine*, calls Zim *his*, his entire body squeezes eagerly around his stupid smelly bird-brain, claws and hole clutching at Dib, cock twitching and rubbing desperately between their bellies. (Can Dib feel the pressure of Zim's cock moving against the bulge of his own cock? Maybe Dib hasn't noticed yet he's so deep in Zim that the little alien's stomach is rounded with each thrust-- Zim certainly hasn't, folded up and buried in the darkness of Dib's embrace, and ignorant of what, exactly, Dib is doing to him, only knowing that he wants Dib to do it *forever*.)
  528.  
  529. He's definitely cum again during all this, and will probably cum *again* again within a few deep strokes, wailing in pleasure.
  530.  
  531. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  532. Dib hasn't quite noticed how his cock has rounded out his alien's belly, but he sure can feel how Zim's cock writhes against it, the tightness and the movement, encouraging him to fuck Zim deep, fuck him less gently, eager and desperate. Dib mouths his way away from Zim's throat, kisses and licks and gentle teases of his teeth up, over Zim's jaw, to his mouth, to kiss and coo and lick into Zim's mouth. His hand moves too, sliding up Zim's arm, until his can thread his claws between Zim's, hold his hand tight... Had Zim ever noticed that, with Dib like this, they have a matching number of fingers?
  533.  
  534. Dib's panting is growing ragged between kisses, his hips picking up the pace, pounding Zim down desperately against the nest. He's getting close to his own climax, his coos and chirps and moans and whines growing more needy, shudders of pleasure rolling through his body. He can't hold the kisses anymore, only panting with his mouth against Zim's, making pleasured noises both human and monster into it, his forehead pressed to his alien's, his mate's, their antennae tangling.
  535.  
  536. itsAlana02/28/2020
  537. Zim had noticed, but he hadn't *known*, hadn't thought about how it would feel for their hands to fit together so perfectly-- Zim clutches at him, whines into the kisses, trills at the feel of Dib inside him and against him and tangling with him--
  538.  
  539. Is Dib going to stuff his cute alien mate with lots and lots of mothcum? :3c
  540.  
  541. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  542. He is! Oh, God, he is, soon, very soon- he can feel it coming with every thrust, a building pressure in his belly, and an excitement wells up in him with it. His mate, his Zim, stuffed with his cock, his cum, his seed- breeding his mate thoroughly, ohh, Zim becoming laden with his eggs, laying Dib's brood-
  543.  
  544. Dib abruptly lets out a squawk that melts into an erotically human, desperate cry. His hips shove against Zim, burying his cock as far into the alien as it can go, his feathers poofing out as he spills his cum deep inside of Zim, hot and liquid and thick, hopefully enough to really round out that Irken tummy...
  545.  
  546. "Zim!" he moans, nuzzling their faces together, squeezing Zim's hand in his, his body shaking with the crash of his own orgasm. Slowly, though, his climax comes to an end, though the shaking stays, Dib reducing to a trembling, whimpering, squeaking pile of fluff atop Zim. He at least has the courtesy to shrug Zim's ankles off his shoulders, letting them fall to this side where they can bend at the knee again, rest over his elbows. Which, of course, lets Dib settle between them, his cock slipping wetly, softening, from Zim's well-fucked hole as he lays against his mate's chest. His antennae stay tangled with Zim's as he nuzzles so sweetly at the alien's face, peppering it with kisses and breathless cooing.
  547.  
  548. itsAlana02/28/2020
  549. It's such a cute, skinny little tummy-- of course it's rounded out, Zim's body heavy with Dib's cum, trembling from antennas to toes as he's released from the mating press, trembling harder as he nuzzles and chirps helplessly back at his Dib. his one free hand digging into Dib's ruff and laying trembling scritches against his skin...
  550.  
  551. Zim is probably going to pass the fuck out again in like three minutes but for now, he seems very content in how very well-fucked he is.
  552.  
  553. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  554. Oh, don't worry, Dib is fully prepared to pass the fuck out with Zim. But for the moment, he's quite happy with smothering his alien, his Zim, his mate, with so very many kisses and little licks of his slim, curling tongue. Especially when he's getting tired scritchies from Zim...
  555.  
  556. That hand that had been clutched at Zim's head has relaxed, and starts petting instead, stroking Zim's skull and smoothing his antenna down against it. The other hand stays in Zim's, so very happy to hold it, their claws untertwined, feeling so natural together... Eventually, he kisses away from Zim's face, to nuzzle and smooch his way down to where Zim's neck meets his shoulder, to bury his face there and coo and chirp so happily. And he might just stay that way, like a big, fluffy living blanket atop Zim, passing out against him.
  557.  
  558. itsAlana02/28/2020
  559. Zim rubs his cheek against Dib's antenna as his drowsy mothbrained idiot falls asleep on top of him, his own eyes feeling heavy. Mmmm, they're not gonna talk tonight...? That's fine, Zim is perfectly happy to be blanketed in his wonderful smelly dummy and to get some rest himself...
  560.  
  561. Boy, you know what's nice? When they wake up, Zim might still be cumflated, his junk sealing up and sealing all that mothjizz inside him!! Wowie!!
  562.  
  563. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  564. They can talk when they're awake, and when Dib has more to his vocabulary than moth-owl noises and the words "Zim" and "mine".
  565.  
  566. Poor Dib, though, with all this napping, it's probably sun-up outside when he wakes up again, stirring with a ruffle of his feathers and a groggy chirping. Oh- hello, there's a sweet-smelling neck right here in his face for him to nuzzle sleepily into as he slowly wakes up and remembers how to exist and who and where and what he is.
  567.  
  568. itsAlana02/28/2020
  569. A sweet-smelling neck for nuzzling... sweet-smelling antenna drowsily twitching up against his... a sweet-smelling body laid mostly bare, his clothes shredded, his breathing level and easy as he lays under Dib...
  570.  
  571. So, Dib, about that alien you totally fucked senseless,
  572.  
  573. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  574. Dib is slowly coming into reality, to the body breathing gently beneath his, the antennae tangled with his, the clawed little hand intertwined with his... A wave of satisfaction washes over him, and Dib pushes up onto his elbows (regretfully separating their antennae) to look down at Zim, relaxed, clothes torn to ribbons, body messy, belly swollen...
  575.  
  576. Again, Dib feels *awfully* satisfied, smiling with a bit of smugness down at his mate, and- wait. wait, hold on, what?? The human half of Dib's brain suddenly, finally catches up on everything that's happened, slamming on the brakes. HOLD the FUCK up, did he just think of Zim as his *mate*? Did he- oh. OH. Oh GOD, he absolutely fucked his invader nemesis, ohhhhh fuck.
  577.  
  578. This would be a great time for Zim to wake up and see Dib hovering over him, slack jawed and wide-eyed, crooked glasses filled with the red glow of his eyes, as Dib struggles to finally wrap his head around what's happened. Sorry, your Dib has experienced an unexpected error and needs to reboot.
  579.  
  580. itsAlana02/28/2020
  581. Zim shivers a little as the warm blanket of Dibness recedes, and his claws twitch between Dib's, his antenna flit forward, seeking contact...
  582.  
  583. When they don't find any, Zim whines petulantly, and drowsily slits his eyes open. Why did Dib move? He was so cozy, and then Dib went and moved, what a jerk--
  584.  
  585. Oh, but what a cute jerk, and Zim's little frown melts into a besotted smile, his eyelids fluttering as he drags his un-held hand up through air heavy and thick as honey to his tired body, and drapes it across the back of Dib's head, drowsily scratching his scalp.
  586.  
  587. Did Dib want... chirp? Dib's getting chirp.
  588.  
  589. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  590. Oh...
  591.  
  592. There's a lot rushing through Dib's head at the moment, his long-held notions about his enemy clashing hard against the realized fondness, and his brain has never felt quite so loud all at once, but... but that smile, the flutter of those short lashes, that sweet hand curling against his scalp, oh... Dib flushes deeply, his own eyes fluttering, a coo pushing itself out from his throat.
  593.  
  594. Okay. Okay. So, maybe this happened- is happening. Maybe he's suddenly realizing several things about himself, and about Zim. And maybe he kinda only minds a little? Maybe only out of a half decade of stubborness? And maybe, just maybe, he'll lower himself back down to Zim, to shyly nuzzle at his cheek, antennae tilting forward.
  595.  
  596. "Zim," he breathes, and hesitantly squeezes the hand held in his, and asks the very important rhetorical question, just needing the confirmation, "did we... did we fuck?"
  597.  
  598. itsAlana02/28/2020
  599. Alas, Zim is an idiot, and he says, drowsily and automatically, "Irkens can't do that..." He just, um, got stuffed with Dib's cock and came all over them both like five times. Totally not fucking, or mating, or whatever. Yet he sure seems to have a belly swollen with Dib's cum, and a post-coital air of cozy happiness around him, and a trill rising out of him as he nuzzles back and tangles his antenna with Dib's...
  600.  
  601. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  602. "Zim," Dib says again, this time a little more firmly, with just a touch of alarm, "we absolutely fucked."
  603.  
  604. Oh, God, he fucked Zim, he became like some kind of wild beast and fucked him, tore apart his clothes and absolutely ravished him. The hand not tangled in Zim's moves hesitantly down his body, until he can carefully lay his claws against Zim's swollen belly... hooooly fuck, that's all him, he put all that in Zim, rounded him with cum- Dib swallows thickly at the thought, and tries not to get too distracted by it.
  605.  
  606. "I think we need to come to the conclusiom that Irkens can definitely actually do that, because we did, goddamn..."
  607.  
  608. itsAlana02/28/2020
  609. Trilling, Zim's body arches up into Dib's touch, but even so, the stupid, stupid Irken says, "Nuh-uh... I'd know..." before dragging Dib's lips to his, kissing him happily.
  610.  
  611. So, Dib, your mate is stupid, but also very into you.
  612.  
  613. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  614. Oh no, guess it's Zim's turn with the idiot ball now that Dib's finally dropped it. But at least Zim seems to be awfully into him, regardless of their fuck-status, and Dib... can't help but melt a little into the kiss, squeak-chirping and cooing softly into Zim's mouth.
  615.  
  616. After a minute of enjoying that, though, Dib pulls away, and reaches up to grab that hand at his scalp, sadly pulling it away. Instead, he lays Zim's own hand to his swollen little belly, a smirk forming on Dib's lips as he says "what do you call this, then? Because I'm pretty sure thats my jizz in you."
  617.  
  618. itsAlana02/28/2020
  619. Zim opens his mouth, and then opens his eyes, and then peers down at-- oh-- um--
  620.  
  621. He'd call that... "... hot." He mumbles the word, cheeks darkening, antenna twitching. "... how?" he adds, also in a mumble, as he becomes increasingly aware that he DOES feel stretched and sore and... full of warmth sitting low inside him... oh...
  622.  
  623. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  624. "Well," Dib starts, letting go of Zim's hand so he can distractedly pet at his mate's- at ZIM'S belly, sharp claws only gentle. "From what I remember, you just sorta... blossomed junk out of your crotch."
  625.  
  626. Very descriptive and helpful, Dib, thank you. He chuckles, though, and blushes, and nuzzles the alien's cheek. "It... it *was* really hot. You have... a nice dick." Oh, God, saying this is almost painful, a part of Dib still wanting to tear himself apart rather than say or do these things with Zim, but knowing full well it's all true. "A-And you felt... so, so good, Zim..."
  627.  
  628. itsAlana02/28/2020
  629. Even though Zim was denying having any such thing as a dick like four seconds ago, he chirps and squirms under Dib's touch and nuzzling and says, pleased, "Well, of course my dick is nice. All of Zim is very, very good!" Mwah,,, kiss 4 dib's cheek...
  630.  
  631. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  632. Dib makes a slightly flustered noise, chirping for Zim, his antennae twitching towards Zim's. "I think..." He starts, and nuzzles Zim's face, "the other half of me... that's still also kinda me? I think it thinks- I think- we're... y-y'know..."
  633.  
  634. I dunno, Dib, DOES Zim know? Does he know he's your mate? Does Zim know how he reciprocated your courting and let you have him? He might... or he might not.
  635.  
  636. itsAlana02/28/2020
  637. He hums, curiously. They're what?? Thinks what?? Zim doesn't know, but he DOES know that he's gonna comb his fingers through the feathers on Dib's arm, and chirp for his Dib. "I don't know," he murmurs, "tell me, smell-beast..."
  638.  
  639. His smell-beast, though. His cute smelly Dib. Smells good...
  640.  
  641. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  642. Dib whines, reluctant to say it, feeling embarrassed, silly, like he's letting the weird, bestial part of him win, because this isn't exactly how it works for humans, but... "You're my... m-my mate, now..." he murmurs, closing his eyes tight, nuzzled against Zim's cheek, "and I'm yours..."
  643.  
  644. itsAlana02/28/2020
  645. Oh! Oh. Oh, Zim likes that, though, and he chirpchirpCHIRPS at the declaration, nuzzles back, grins against Dib's cheek. "Mine!" he agrees, happily. "Of course you're mine, Dib! Zim wouldn't let anyone ELSE have you."
  646.  
  647. A...aww???
  648.  
  649. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  650. Yeah, honestly, awww... Dib feels genuinely touched, squeakily chirping more loudly, his face feeling hot. "So- So you..." He laughs nervously, squeezing Zim's hand, "How long... have you liked me?"
  651.  
  652. He's realizing he's held Zim as his enemy for so long out of sheer stubbornness, even when everything else moved on around it, that his claim of hatred for Zim may have expired a long, long time ago... Is it the same for Zim?
  653.  
  654. itsAlana02/28/2020
  655. Zim shrugs a little, and rubs his face against Dib's, and considers the question... "... You're still awful," he declares, but it sounds very, very fond, "but since this happened..." (and he strokes his fingers up Dib's antenna, indicating the mothmanning of his Dib) "... you've been very cute and I like that a LOT. And the courting! You can keep courting with Zim anytime! It's *really* nice." He chirps, happily, and then tips his head back, exposing his neck for Dib. For example... nuzzl nek???
  656.  
  657. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  658. O-Oh, uhm, golly? Dib shivers a little at the stroke to his antenna, and happily takes the offering to lean in and nuzzle Zim's neck, cooing with delight... But then he pulls back again, brows furrowed. "Hold on- what do you mean by 'courting'??"
  659.  
  660. itsAlana02/28/2020
  661. What does Dib mean what does Zim mean? He chirps, affectionately, and says, sounding blissful, "The snuggling and the touching and the bringing me things and rubbing your face against mine-- that courting? Mmmm, and when you were putting your mouth on my antenna..." He shivers all over, licks his lips, gives Dib a satisfied, lopsided smile. "Or would you call that flirting? It's so nice..."
  662.  
  663. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  664. O h.
  665.  
  666. Oh, o k a y. Suddenly even more things slot in place for Dib, making him even more aware of the impact his instincts have been having on his actions. "I didn't- I didn't even realize-"
  667.  
  668. He hadn't noticed his own actions, hadn't realized he was courting Zim, being sweet on him, trying to win him over to be his mate, but the realization suddenly washes over him retroactively, leaving him feeling almost out of breath. Sorry, Zim, your mate is a complete idiot!
  669.  
  670. "That's way more than just normal human flirting..." He mumbles, and nuzzles his face back to Zim's neck, "I guess I *have* been courting you... ugh, like some kinda animal."
  671.  
  672. itsAlana02/28/2020
  673. It's all right, Dib! Your mate is also a complete idiot!
  674.  
  675. But a complete idiot who definitely didn't MIND getting courted like that, who's trilling softly, who's wiggling his hands into Dib's fluffy feather-thickened hair and petting and scratching... and asking, hopefully, "Have you been human-flirting, too? I didn't notice, but you can do that still, if you want." He's not sure what Dib's human-flirting would be like, but he's willing to find out...
  676.  
  677. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  678. "Well, cuddling is pretty universal, but..." But mostly, he hadn't been doing what he'd consider normal flirting, just this instinctual courting, little gestures and affections meant for a mothman to communicate his intentions and fondness to win over a potential mate... Dib feels hot, feels like his belly is roiling, his feathers ruffling under Zim's sweet hands...
  679.  
  680. He really needs to come to terms with the fact that he likes Zim- *really* likes Zim, has for ages, has stunted himself in their slowly evolving relationship until now. Maybe he could change that... "I could try flirting with you normally, too," He says, voice going a little low, and he presses a kiss to Zim's jaw, "I could start by telling you you're beautiful."
  681.  
  682. Because he is, Zim really is, the way his heart had fluttered when Zim had given him that besotted look when he woke up, the color of his alien skin and big, round, shimmery eyes, his elegant antennae, his lithe body... all of that is evidence of just how pretty Zim is, always has been.
  683.  
  684. itsAlana02/28/2020
  685. Zim wiggles delightedly, and agrees without an ounce of modesty or humility, "Yes I am! Oh, I *like* human flirting! Continue, Dib-beast!" while scruffing his fingers through Dib's hair, grinning happily.
  686.  
  687. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  688. Dib chuckles, and then sighs and coos, melting under the fingers in his hair. "You're beautiful *and* cute... you're SO cute, small and adorable and I really like holding you..." He nuzzles his face more against Zim's neck, "and you're smart, and funny, and weird in a way I really like..."
  689.  
  690. Okay, Zim's technically an idiot genius, but so is Dib, so we'll let that slide as just 'smart'. After a moment, Dib lifts his head, looks Zim in the eyes, looking soft and fond and happy. "Hey... does this mean we're boyfriends, now?"
  691.  
  692. itsAlana02/28/2020
  693. Giggling, Zim slides his fingers to the top of Dib's head, to scratch at the bases of his antennae, trying to make him melt more and more. "I don't know... you've only JUST started human-flirting, Dib... maybe you need to do it some more before you're my boyfriend... at *least* as much as you courted me to be your moth-mate."
  694.  
  695. Zim is teasing Dib! Oh no! What a monster!
  696.  
  697. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  698. Ohhh noooo, Zim's trying to turn him into a puddle!! And it's working!! Dib pouts at Zim, but that only lasts a moment before he melts down, head settling on Zim's shoulder with a sigh. "Man, and here I thought being your mate would put me on the fast-track to be your boyfriend..." He whines, and then chuckles, and murmurs, "'mothmate', that's cute. Well, I'll just have to flirt with you every day..."
  699.  
  700. itsAlana02/28/2020
  701. "Sorry, Dib!" Zim chirps, not sounding sorry at all, and kisses one of his antenna, rubs his face into their lovely fluffy softness. "Is it better if I flirt back? I could be a VERY good flirt. Zim IS the best at everything he does!"
  702.  
  703. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  704. Dib's antennae twitch, rubbing themselves against Zim's face, his fluff ruffling and poofing. He sighs, rubs his face against Zim's neck, and murmurs, "I think I'd like that..."
  705.  
  706. He's really starting to resemble a blanket now as his fluff resettles, Dib all melted and flat, laying over Zim all limp like this. Alas, Zim is thoroughly trapped under him now!
  707.  
  708. itsAlana02/28/2020
  709. Oh no! Even if Zim trills and scritches and flirts Dib, affection thick in his voice, "You're very cute and warm... and your feathers are pretty... and your antenna are SO handsome!"
  710.  
  711. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  712. Oh no!!! Dib asked for it, but now his face is feeling warm, and his feathers are ruffling again, antennae vibrating for a moment. "You really think so??" He asks, looking up at Zim again, "What about... what about the rest of me?"
  713.  
  714. itsAlana02/28/2020
  715. "Ehhhh, acceptable I guess," Zim says, but then he snickers and uses his PAKlegs to lever them over, rolling Dib onto his back, so Zim can kneel across his belly and grab his hands and lace their fingers together, with a happy chirp, and blatantly look Dib over, head tipping down and bright, glinting eyes half-closed as he admires his mate. "Yes, very acceptable," he says, in a tone that seems to say that only someone *very* handsome could be accepted by Zim.
  716.  
  717. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  718. Dib rolls his eyes, and is about to scoff, when he's suddenly turned over, squeaking in surprise. Oh, but then, then he has this gorgeous little alien in sexily shredded clothes perched on his belly, slim Irken tummy still gently rounded with Dib's cum, looking him over with coy ruby eyes and lacing their fingers together... Dib's face flushes, and he gulps, feeling AWFULLY flattered suddenly, his red, glowing eyes wide.
  719.  
  720. He wets his lips with his tongue, taking a few breaths, eyes fluttering, and then... and then...
  721.  
  722.  
  723. ...And then it's time for doubt, apparently, because that's just how it is with Dib Membrane, isn't it? His brow furrows, and he looks up at Zim with hopefulness and insecurity both. "What about... when we fix me? And I'm back to normal?" He asks, voice quiet, tone worried, "I know it won't be the same when I'm just human again, but... you don't only like me like this, do you?"
  724.  
  725. itsAlana02/28/2020
  726. Zim hums, and answers Dib by leaning down, and nudging their nose-and-noseless-spot together, and says, sweetly possessive, "Well, you'd better be my boyfriend by then, so that I have to keep you forever, even if you don't have handsome antenna."
  727.  
  728. That's probably not how boyfriends work but shh.
  729.  
  730. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  731. Oh... Dib's heart flutters, and his feathers ruffle, and he lets out a VERY pleased sound chirp, squeezing Zim's hands in his. Doubt dispelled, Dib's worried face is replaced by a big, bright smile, cheeks warm and pink. "I'll work on it! I promise."
  732.  
  733. itsAlana02/28/2020
  734. Absolutely cocky and very, very pleased with himself, Zim kisses Dib's smile and then sits back up, letting go of one of Dib's hands to scratch his ruff, under his chin, pet his hair-- look at this! He has his old enemy melting under his hands! (Nevermind that he was melting under Dib's affections, too.) "*My* Dib," he murmurs, and wiggles his cute naked butt, delighted. HIS Dib...!
  735.  
  736. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  737. Dib IS melting under Zim's hands, how could he not when he's suddenly so smothered by Zim's affectionate hand, petting his hair, his ruff, under his chin, touched like a spoiled pet, reminded that as much as Zim is his, he's also Zim's...
  738.  
  739. He becomes a flustered, cooing mess pretty quickly, melted under Zim, glowing eyes fluttering, throat full of delighted owly-moth noises, his feathers ruffling and antennae twitching. "Y-Yours..." He murmurs, tipping his head into Zim's touch, "my Zim..."
  740.  
  741. itsAlana02/28/2020
  742. Chirping, Zim lets go of Dib's other hand, and... starts to push up his shirt, Zim's hand caressing the bare human belly still found between the fluff of his neck and his legs... "Your mate," he confirms, just a shade more shyly, and leans down to bonk their foreheads together, so very gently.
  743.  
  744. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  745. "My mate...!" Dib agrees, a little breathlessly, letting out a loud, delighted coo and nuzzling his nose to Zim's flat face. His feathers floof out a bit as Zim touches his bare belly, all skinny and human. He might have to tilt his head, press his lips to Zim's, chirp happily into a kiss, before murmuring agaibst Zim's mouth, "mine, my mate, all mine..."
  746.  
  747. itsAlana02/28/2020
  748. Zim chirps back, and wiggles a bit more, and suggests, hopefully, "If I'm the Dib's mate... he should lick my antenna. Like he *stopped* doing before, which was very mean and awful and terrible and bad of him."
  749.  
  750. PREEN HIM, DIB
  751.  
  752. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  753. Dib pauses, and then laughs, lifting his wings to wrap them around Zim. "You're right, I'm a monster," he admits, pulling Zim down against him, so he can nuzzle up between Zim's antennae, "for a bit there, I'd actually almost realized how intimate we were getting- you were obviously getting off to it. I guess it was enough for me to actually notice..."
  754.  
  755. He lifts his head and brings up a hand, to carefully stroke one of Zim's antennae between his claws. "No reason to stop now."
  756.  
  757. itsAlana02/28/2020
  758. Zim makes a mildly confused noise before melting into trilling against Dib's ruff, one hand up his Dib-mate's shirt and the other scratching his hair. "Of course we were getting intimate," he says, with a dreamy wriggle against Dib, "you brought me up here for courting, right?" Otherwise, why not just stay snuggled on the couch?
  759.  
  760. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  761. "I mean, probably! I wasn't really aware of what I was doing!" Dib is embarrassed to admit that he was blind to his own instinctual actions, his courtship of Zim, and he pouts, face hot. "It was like being on auto-pilot..."
  762.  
  763. Dib nuzzles the antenna in his hand, stroking it a couple more times... and then, like before, he lets go to brush his knuckles up against it instead, while he bares his teeth, carefully combing them over the stalk, slim tongue following. Preen? Preen preen?
  764.  
  765. itsAlana02/28/2020
  766. Zim scoffs, but before he can say what he thinks of this auto-pilot, Dib's mouth is on his antenna-- he whimpers and trills, clutching at Dib, hips shifting and rubbing his smooth junkless groin against Dib's belly. Ohh, yeah, yes, this is *good*, keep doing *this* please...!
  767.  
  768. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  769. Ohh, Dib will *definitely* keep doing this if it means more of that flat groin, that smooth Irken skin, grinding against his belly! He coos delightedly, and preens this antenna a few times, before he switches sides to the other one. It wouldn't do to leave one unpreened!
  770.  
  771. itsAlana02/28/2020
  772. It absolutely wouldn't do at all, and Zim's squirming only becomes more intense, his breath warm and panting into Dib's feathers-- yesyesyes this is good yes good dib good mate--
  773.  
  774. And this time, Dib won't stop, right? No matter how hot and ragged the panting, how needy the trilling, how desperate the grinding against him?
  775.  
  776. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  777. Oh, Dib is absolutely not stopping this time. Last time, he'd been shaken from his instincts, briefly returned to the reality that it was a bit weird to be intimate with Zim... but now, his instincts and his desires have reconciled, and Dib is more than happy to let Zim get extremely horny over getting his antennae loved on!
  778.  
  779. In fact, having Zim squirming against him like this, panting and hot and grinding his flat groin against his belly, it's starting to get *Dib* turned on, his still free cock starting to stir, starting to grow stiff behind Zim... All while he keeps busy with swapping between Zim's antennae as he preens them both. He even fully coils his tongue around one!
  780.  
  781. itsAlana02/28/2020
  782. It's probably also a pretty big turn-on to have your mate cry out in pleasure, entire body arching into you, and orgasm from having his antenna licked, right? His junk didn't even come back out, for all his desperate grinding, but... that's DEFINITELY what Zim just did, whimpering in pleasure as he melts bonelessly into Dib's chest, claws twitching weakly.
  783.  
  784. Is Dib gonna try and make him come again from preening? Or is he gonna switch to something else now? :3c
  785.  
  786. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  787. Oh, ohhh, God, fuck, that's hot, actually, Zim just had a full-body orgasm against him, just from the attention to his antennae, without his genitals even being involved, and that's... just... so incredibly hot? Dib groans, his antennae vibrating for a moment, and he does not slow his roll for even a moment.
  788.  
  789. Yes, Dib's definitely going to try and make Zim come again from preening, using both hands- one to hold an antenna in place against his knuckles while he combs his sharp teeth over it, curls his tongue around it, breathes hot against it, while the other set of claws gently stroke the other antenna, until he switches sides...
  790.  
  791. itsAlana02/28/2020
  792. Oh, oh, Zim doesn't even catch his breath before Dib is assaulting his senses again, filling his head with the heat of his mouth and the touch of his teeth and the sharpness of claws and-- Zim starts squirming again, grabbing at Dib's ruff with twitching claws, whining and panting and jerking his hips--
  793.  
  794. He cries out again, arches again, squeezing his knees against Dib's sides as he's overwhelmed again, entire body twitching and squirming in pleasure.
  795.  
  796. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  797. Ffffuuuck, that's hot, that's so goddamn hot, the way Zim clings and cries out and has his claws in Dib's ruff, and Dib is tempted to do it a third time... except his dick has become painfully hard, and he really wants to put it in Zim again. Regretfully, he stops preening Zim's antennae, leaving them with a couple kisses that trail down to Zim's temple.
  798.  
  799. "You're so hot..." He coos, his hands sliding down to Zim's body, to his hip and his waist, claws toying in the shreds of Zim's uniform... and then he grasps, and tugs, pulling Zim further down his body, until his cock is nestled up between the cheeks of Zim's ass. "Want you, Zim..."
  800.  
  801. itsAlana02/28/2020
  802. Zim whimpers into Dib's chest, and, despite his orgasmic weakness, despite him being a panting, whining, trilling wreck, he wiggles against Dib's cock, grinds back against it-- he might as well be screaming yes, yes, *yes* to Dib, even though his junk is still hidden, at least for the moment.
  803.  
  804. But maybe not for too many more moments...?
  805.  
  806. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  807. Hopefully not for too many moments! In fact... Dib's hands slide up to Zim's shoulders, to push him upright, with Dib's stiff cock pressed up against his crotch and ass, Dib's hips rolling and grinding up against him. Mnh, and like this... like this, Dib can see Zim's belly through his torn up uniform, how it's still gently rounded from the cum he'd deposited in him earlier. And he's going to get to add even more!
  808.  
  809. Licking his lips, eyes half-lidded, Dib sets his claws against Zim's belly, petting sweetly. "God, Zim, you look so hot like this," he murmurs, feeling Zim's belly against a fuzzy palm, under sharp, gentle claws, "so full of my cum... Already look full of eggs..."
  810.  
  811. Um, wow, Dib. He's not quite realizing the kinky shit that's coming out of his mouth, honestly...
  812.  
  813. itsAlana02/28/2020
  814. UM?? WOW, DIB?? In most universes, Zim would be like "what the hell" but in this one-- with his Dib so overwhelmed by Mothman instinct, so eager to *mate*, so eagerly calling Zim *his* mate-- he's, uh, kind of into it, his already-flushed face darkening and his junk throbbing with interest, dick pushing free of its hiding spot and hole unveiled behind--
  815.  
  816. With a trill, Zim presses his hand over Dib's, and rolls his hips eagerly, rubbing his hole over Dib's cock; Dib might feel his own thick cum dripping and smearing across his shaft as Zim grinds down against him. "F-fill me," he says, unsteadily, voice trembling as hard as his hands, "with eggs, Dib, come on, m-mate me--"
  817.  
  818. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  819. Dib's eyes widen, getting to actually see Zim's junk open up- and it really does practically *blossom*, doesn't it? It's kinda pretty, in a way, the color and slick texture of Zim's cock, the way it wriggles in eagerness... Pretty, and really fucking sexy. Also sexy: feeling his own cum from earlier drooling out of Zim and back out onto his cock. He shudders, feathers fluffing up, and does not have to be told twice-
  820.  
  821. Dib's other hand, the one not being held to Zim's belly, is still grasping Zim's hip, perfect for shifting him around while he rolls and wriggles his hips, until he can get the head of his cock pressed up against Zim's entrance, slick with his own cum- and then dragging Zim down onto it. Is his mate still stretched from earlier? Can Dib push more than just two inches in on the first thrust?
  822.  
  823. itsAlana02/28/2020
  824. Maybe not entirely stretched-- Zim lets out an overwhelmed whine as he's dragged down, both hands falling to clutch at Dib's shirt as his body trembles-- but oh, he's wet and slick with cum, letting Dib push into his tight body easily as his mate whimpers and trills and rocks his hips, cock squirming with desperate eagerness against his belly.
  825.  
  826. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  827. 'Not entirely' is still more than not at all! He's at least a little stretched still, and even better, he's come pre-lubricated with Dib's spunk, his hole so slick... It's pretty easy for Dib's tapered cock to push into him inch after inch, getting at least half of his length into Zim in one go. "Fuck," Dib breathes, antennae tilted towards Zim and vibrating, feathers ruffling, "God, Zim, you feel so good-"
  828.  
  829. So good, in fact, that Dib can't resist rutting up into him in shallow thrusts, claws clutching at Zim's hips, sharp points digging into his skin.
  830.  
  831. itsAlana02/28/2020
  832. A flash of pride crosses Zim's face, his antenna perking forward-- yeah! He's great! Dib should admire him!-- but then Dib starts moving inside him, thrusting inside him, and it all dissolves into wild, overwhelming pleasure, Zim trilling and gasping breathlessly as he's stuffed so, so full, yes, please, oh please mate him and fill him and *egg* him, stuff him with cum and breed him-- maybe he should tell Dib that, and he whimpers out, "W-want, want, Dib, more--"
  833.  
  834. Okay so maybe it's not exactly "oh Dib please please please breed me and stuff me with your eggs" but hopefully Dib gets the gist of it.
  835.  
  836. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  837. Dib DOES get the gist of it! Especially because it's all he can think about, wanting so badly to stuff Zim full, give him even more of his seed, enough that he'd have no choice but to become full with his brood- Dib chirps loudly, hips jerking, claws yanking Zim further down onto his cock. Maybe even enough that Zim's ass meets Dib's hips, as deep as he can get like this, his mate spread on his dick.
  838.  
  839. Like that, mnngh, Dib can rut hungrily up into him, legs squirming into the nest, talons finding leverage. "Breed you," he breathes, words barely making it out of his brain, "mine, my Zim...!"
  840.  
  841. itsAlana02/28/2020
  842. Zim's belly, already rounded with cum, might round a bit more with Dib's cock... and Dib might feel the thick wet slickness around the head of his cock, the cum stuffed deep inside Zim smoothing the way for Dib to fuck his mate deeply...
  843.  
  844. Zim arches and cries out as he's stuffed with as much cock as Dib can give him, body clenching around Dib and cock spurting across Dib's shirt, and then falls forward onto his hands, panting over Dib, expression hazy and overwhelmed and his tongue hanging limply out of his mouth as he trills voicelessly.
  845.  
  846. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  847. There is nothing about this that Dib doesn't love. He can't close his eyes or look away, trained on Zim's belly, the way it swells even more from Dib's cock, the way Zim is so full and wet from Dib's cum from earlier- and Dib gets to watch with delight as Zim suddenly orgasms again, just for him, crying out and arching his back, his writhing cock practically exploding with Irken spunk all over Dib's shirt and belly. And after, oh, God, Zim looks so sexy like this, that unfocused look, the way his tongue dangles out of his mouth...
  848.  
  849. Dib really has no choice but to pull Zim down onto him, to wrap his wings around him, to kiss and nuzzle and lick at his face as he coos and chirps and moans against his skin... while his fucks Zim even harder, of course, his talons dug into the cushions of his nest, puncturing fabric, giving him purchase to thrust hard and fast up into Zim. "Mine, mine," he pants at the corner of Zim's mouth, breath hot, "my Zim, my mate, mine...!"
  850.  
  851. itsAlana02/28/2020
  852. His his his-- Zim whines, breathless, and in a well-fucked haze licks and nibbles back at Dib, sluggishly chirping and whimpering with every rough thrust, trembling all over as his cock slides between them and spurts again-- all Dib's, all his, his mated his needed his his--
  853.  
  854. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  855. Mmngh, when Zim comes again, it makes him tighten around Dib a little, making his hips jerk, making his claws dig into the tattered remains of Zim's uniform, his green skin- "Breed you," he murmurs, voice rough, his teeth nipping at Zim's jaw, pricking his skin with his teeth. All he can think about is Zim's belly rounding with two loads of his cum, being heavy with it, becoming heavier still when it takes and leaves him full of owl-moth-Irken eggs, thinking of Zim laying his brood. "Fill you, m-mine... my eggs...!"
  856.  
  857. Dib yelps abruptly, his hips shoving hard up into Zim as he reaches his own climax, cum bursting deep into Zim, joining the load already left in him from earlier, stuffing him so very, very full. He clings to Zim, holds him tight to his chest, feathers fluffing out as he squeaks and whimpers through his orgasm... And then it's over, and Dib suddenly goes limp, head falling back against the nest, wings loose around Zim and hips going still. His cock slips out a few moments later, while Dib is struggling to catch his breath, eyes fallen shut.
  858.  
  859. He's cooing and squeaking, whimpering softly, voice hoarse, and his feathers are ruffling over and over. Whew! That one was a little intense!
  860.  
  861. itsAlana02/28/2020
  862. Zim feels swollen and sore and so, so, so good, and with a rasping, unsteady trill, he collapses into Dib, burying his face in his ruff and panting hard. Oh... oh that was good... Dib is good... his Dib...
  863.  
  864. Zim might be drooling a little, he's been fucked so senseless, but hopefully Dib will find it endearing and kind of hot that Zim is so helplessly out of it after being so thoroughly stuffed with his cock.
  865.  
  866. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/28/2020
  867. Dib does find the drooling endearing, everything about this well-fucked Zim is endearing and sexy, though it takes all his strength to lift his head enough to press a kiss to the top of Zim's head, antennae twitching forward and briefly tangling qith Zim's... and then his head falls back again with a heavy sigh. His wings wrap a little more securely around Zim, covering his entire body and then some like a blanket as Dib cradles his alien, his mate, to his chest...
  868.  
  869. "Mine..." Dib says, breathless and quiet, "my Zim, my mate..."
  870.  
  871. itsAlana02/29/2020
  872. His words are answered with happy little chirps, and a vague movement of Zim's antenna, brushing against his face, and then... and then his alien passes out again, or at least has been mated into a sex coma.
  873.  
  874. But they're each other's! They're mated, and Zim seems very happy about it, and very amenable to being fucked, and even more of both to being possessed and needed and *Dib's*...
  875.  
  876. When they finally roll out of Dib's nest, will Zim get a chance to go back to researching Dib's mothy condition? Or will the fuckings continue, Zim claimed on every floor, against every wall, in every chair and on every console?
  877.  
  878. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  879. When they finally wake, and smother each other in affection, and eventually leave the nest... Well, it might be Zim leaving alone to do the laundry, because they made an awful mess of Dib's clothes and blankets. Also, Zim needs a new uniform. And Dib might go back to napping, his nocturnal sleep pattern slightly thrown off, until his clothes are clean, and they can finally return to their tests and their research.
  880.  
  881. Dib's not made of sex, after all! But he is, apparently, made of affection. Where that little nudge of his cheek to Zim's temple had become somewhat common before, now Zim practically has to throw Dib off him to get him to stop rubbing his face on Zim, twitching their antennae together, putting at least one wing around Zim... He's become a real lovebug, and always has something sweet and wanting and flirtatious to say to Zim... albeit often kinda stupid-sounding, with Dib's poor way with words.
  882.  
  883. itsAlana02/29/2020
  884. Maybe Zim would need to throw him off to get back to work... and maybe he does, sometimes... but probably more often than not, Zim ends up chirpy and happy and basking in the attention, which makes it very hard to do anything until he kisses Dib, and then once he kisses Dib he has to pet his soft hair and scritch his ruff, and then once he does THAT he has to cuddle in under Dib's warm wings and lay his head on his chest, and it's all very hard to do work during, honestly. But how can he not do all those things when Dib is his and needs to know he's his and needs to know also know that Zim is Dib's?
  885.  
  886. So research might slow down a little for a while. It's fine! It's very fine, and Zim feels very good anyways, even though he's WEIRDLY hungry for a few days after he was so eagerly bred. But these things probably have no relation, just as the little bulge of Zim's cum-filled belly doesn't seem to be reducing has nothing to do with the breeding, either...
  887.  
  888. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  889. Sometimes, Dib is able to be a lovebug, perhaps even a lovebird, on Zim without disrupting the flow of Zim's work too much... Like Zim sitting in one of his chairs at one of his consoles, Dib sidling up from behind him to wrap his wings around Zim's shoulders, rest his chin between Zim's antennae, and talk to him about whatever's on screen.
  890.  
  891. But maybe, when research is disrupted, and Zim gets carried away with rewarding his lovebird's affection with even more affection, sometimes, things get a little heavy, a little far, especially if Dib finds himself compelled to preen those cute antennae... And so sometimes Dib might fuck Zim again, might marvel at his belly, might think it's always just the previous time's cum still trapped inside him, might be just happy to breed his mate again and again...
  892.  
  893. He also might steal Zim away sometimes, away from GIR and the lab and plans, away to his nest to cuddle and hold, to keep Dib company when he struggles to sleep, and slot so comfortably in his wings when Dib finally does.
  894.  
  895. He never does notice anything odd about Zim...
  896.  
  897. itsAlana02/29/2020
  898. Maybe, after one of those nights spent together in the nest, when Zim tries to pull his tunic back on... it won't quite fit... and, annoyed, Zim will try to pull over his belly, so often a little swollen with cum... except today it feels firm, and he makes annoyed noises as he tries to squirm into his clothes, more ill-fitting than usual after a long nap.
  899.  
  900. "... Diiiib," he whines, rolling towards his mothmate, and bumps their foreheads together, accusingly. his leggings riding low on his hips and tunic bunched over his just-a-little-extra-rounded belly, "you were too enthusiastic last night!" (this will be the first complaint Zim has ever had about Dib's enthusiasm.)
  901.  
  902. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  903. Depending on the actual time of night or day, Dib might be hunkered down prepared to sleep through the day, or else just being lazy and wanting to nap more while Zim gets to business... he's very cute though, when he's snuggled into his nest, blanketed by his own wings, his glasses set aside so his cute face can properly rest.
  904.  
  905. He's at least half awake though, enough that when Zim rolls whiningly into him, bumps their foreheads together, Dib peeks an eye open, smirks, and says, "That's not what you said last night!"
  906.  
  907. Very sixteen of you, Dib.
  908.  
  909. Still, it doesn't escape Dib's notice, even without his glasses, that Zim is looking... unusually rounded. Seriously, maybe they'd gotten a little wild, but certainly not enough to warrant Zim's belly being that much a hindrance to his clothes. Dib grabs his glasses and shoves them on his face, pushing himself up onto his elbows, and reaches out to touch Zim's belly gently with a fuzzy palm... *Oh*, thay is worryingly firm, certainly not just Dib's spunk leaving Zim like a particularly cream-filled twinkie.
  910.  
  911. "That's... not... normal," He says, brow furrowing, pushing himself further upright and laying both hands on Zim's belly, "Zim, I don't think this is just from us fooling around a little too hard."
  912.  
  913. itsAlana02/29/2020
  914. Zim grumbles at the teasing and then, despite his grumbles, chirps when Dib's hand touches him, eyelids fluttering-- but then Dib declares Zim's abdomen to be abnormal, and he squints at Dib, a frown tugging at his alien mouth. "Well, what else could it be?" he asks, probably rhetorically.
  915.  
  916. But Dib should probably throw out theories!
  917.  
  918. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  919. "Well, definitely not jizz, it's like, *hard*," he says, rubbing Zim's belly exploratorily with his fuzzy palm and gentle claws. Alas, Dib and Zim are both fucking idiots, because what should be obvious doesn't actually occur to him yet.
  920.  
  921. "Some kind of bloating, maybe? You could be sick..." Dib says, looking up at Zim worryingly, "It almost feels like..." He looks back down, and presses carefully against Zim's belly, "It's almost like there's *something* in you, but definitely not a liquid."
  922.  
  923. itsAlana02/29/2020
  924. Zim was looking grumbly but confident... and then Dib started suggesting things it could be, and anxiety rose to twist Zim's mouth, lay his antenna back, shiver his claws where he catches them in Dib's soft ruff. "... Zim can't get sick," he says, with uncertain bravado, "but maybe we should. Run a diagnostic. On Zim."
  925.  
  926. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  927. "Yeah, I think maybe you should run a diagnostic, maybe a scan. Who knows what could be in here." It could be some weird space disease! Or some weird Earth disease that's not getting along with Irken anatomy! It could be a parasite! Dib is worried!!! "I can get dressed and come down with you."
  928.  
  929. itsAlana02/29/2020
  930. Zim is NOT worried but, he might not, mind, a dib, with him, and expresses this by nuzzling close and bumping his face against Dib's chin before pulling himself over his mothmate and out of the nest with his PAK legs. "I'll meet you in the lab," he says, "after I get a shirt that'll fit."
  931.  
  932. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  933. Zim gets a nuzzle and a kiss and a very sweet, fond chirp before he leaves the nest ahead of Dib, leaving him to get dressed. A few minutes later, Dib's decent and swooping himself out of his nest, seeking out Zim down in the lab.
  934.  
  935. itsAlana02/29/2020
  936. Zim has slung on an oversized "DOG MOM" hoodie, which he looks very grumpy about how cute he looks in, and is sitting on the floor in front of a console, wires snaking up the back to plug into his hidden PAK as he anxious taps his bare toes and claws on the ground. "Dib! It's running tests," he says, when his Dib appears, and reaches out his hands-- hold hand?? be emotional support???
  937.  
  938. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  939. Oh no- oh no Zim looks SO cute in that hoodie!! Despite his worry, Dib is smiling as he steps up to Zim, talons clicking on the lab floor. He sidles up behind Zim, and squats down low, wrapping one wing around him, while the other takes his hand, and Dib's chin comes to rest between his antennae. "You look so cute in this sweater..." he murmurs, and presses a kiss to Zim's head, "how come I haven't seen you wear it before??"
  940.  
  941. itsAlana02/29/2020
  942. Zim flushes, and smacks Dib in the knee (gently) as he cuddles into the warmth of his wing, anxiously worrying at the torn edges of Dib's cutoffs. "It's stupid! I'm not a mom, GIR isn't a dog, and it has *cat* ears on top! I hate it!"
  943.  
  944. Before he can rant further about the stupidity of this stupid sweater, the console dings, and Zim looks up, instantly-- "No infections detected," the computer reports, bored, "all organs functioning within normal parameters."
  945.  
  946. Zim lets out a relieved sigh, and smooths his fingers over Dib's fluffy leg. "Okay, so nothing's wrong with me," he says. "Not that anything could ever be wrong with Zim! Zim is PERFECT. But also not infected or dying."
  947.  
  948. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  949. "Well, *I* like it." Dib says this very firmly, as if he is the final authority. Which he might be! But before the conversation can continue, the computer returns with its diagnostic... Dib frowns, squinting, and curls his claws around Zim's hand. "What were the parameters of your diagnostic? Did you only have it scan for illnesses and abnormalities?"
  950.  
  951. What if... no, but that's not possible! As much as Dib's more beastly instincts like to think, he knows full well, when grounded in reality, that such a thing simply isn't possible with Zim. Even if they'd been surprised by Zim still having genitals, they must still be sterile, shooting blanks... "It's possible that what's happening could still technically be within normal parameters of your organs, but not normal on a larger scale, if that makes sense." It would be better to test, to make sure, to rule out this wild suspicion he has. "Maybe run a full diagnostic, or an x-ray or something to see what's in there."
  952.  
  953. itsAlana02/29/2020
  954. Zim bites his lip, and squeezes Dib's hand back, and demands, "Computer! Upload a full biological scan from the PAK for Zim to view!"
  955.  
  956. "Ugh," Computer says, sullenly, and a loading bar pops up, scooting along at a pace JUUUST slow enough to be torturous... Zim squirms, grumbles, rakes his claws through the feathers on Dib's leg, and then a slowly rotating, translucent T-posed model of Zim's body appears on the screen.
  957.  
  958. Dib might notice that it seems to be... NOT displaying the cock and hole that Dib *knows* Zim has, the inches around his groin treated like there's nothing there... but above that, rounding out his belly, there definitely seems to be something, or many somethings, roundish and tightly packed inside Zim...
  959.  
  960. They DO look an awful lot like eggs, huh!
  961.  
  962. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  963. The wait is absolutely a g o n i z i n g, and Dib passes it by trying to soothe Zim's worries- and his own- by nuzzling between Zim's antennae and squeezing his hand, his eyes glued to the slowly filling bar...
  964.  
  965. And then the model of Zim finally appears! With his genitals mysteriously absent, but Dib doesn't have time to ponder that, because he's too busy staring at what IS there, red eyes blown wide, his heart skipping a beat.
  966.  
  967. "...Eggs." He says, voice raspy and breathless, feathers ruffling and body stiff, "it really is eggs."
  968.  
  969. itsAlana02/29/2020
  970. "No that's stupid--" Zim says, his hands going to his belly, rubbing over the firm bulge of his gut-- eggs! He had kind of *liked* the idea of being stuffed with Dib's eggs, sure, but in an abstract, mating-frenzied kind of way, not a concrete, actually-stuffed-with-eggs way--
  971.  
  972. "No they're definitely eggs," the computer says, boredly. "Your incubation system is working perfectly."
  973.  
  974. Zim squeaks, feeling suddenly very warm and very confused. "My what-- why is there an incubation system inside Zim!"
  975.  
  976. The computer makes a noise like "idunno" and asks, "Are we done yet?"
  977.  
  978. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  979. Dib has to agree with Zim there- it was really, really (really) hot to think about, to fantasize about, to indulge in the desires of his bestial instincts, but... to have it actually happen, for it to be *real* and not just a sexy hypothetical-
  980.  
  981. Dib is low key panicking, actually, his heart beating faster, his breath growing shorter, and he pulls Zim more firmly to his chest, squeezing his hand. "Wh-What are we supposed to do about this...??" He asks, voice quiet, "Irkens are supposed to be sterile, aren't they? Even if you have junk, it was still supposed to be sterile!"
  982.  
  983. itsAlana02/29/2020
  984. Zim says, a little frantically, "Can I even get enough PAKs for that many smeets?? Dib--!"
  985.  
  986. "UGH," says the computer, "they're not VIABLE," and it has no eyes to roll but its voice is rolling its eyes anyways. "How would that even work? You're not even *slightly* related species. Stop being silly."
  987.  
  988. Flustered, Zim snaps at the computer, "You stop being silly! Why didn't you *tell* us that?"
  989.  
  990. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  991. And here Dib was about to try and assuage Zim's fears by theorizing that natural-born smeets might not need PAKs, or that whatever Dib adds to them genetically would fix it- but the computer puts a stamp on that with the news that the still-forming eggs are all duds.
  992.  
  993. And a part of Dib is... disappointed. A little heartbroken, really. It's just the instincts, he knows, the part of him that really wants to see his own brood grow, wants to father children. The news hurts, a bit. But then the relief from the rest of him washes over it, and Dib sighs, laying his cheek on Zim's head, melting a little. "Oh my God, PLEASE lead with that next time, if this sort of thing happens. I was about to flip out."
  994.  
  995. itsAlana02/29/2020
  996. Well... maybe when Dib isn't so young... maybe later... they can make smeets in a more new-fashioned way...?
  997.  
  998. But for now Zim melts back against Dib, trembling a little, and says, "I mean, of course Zim knew, all along, that it was just some dud eggs. Uh, what happens next? *I* know but I want to make sure the *computer* knows."
  999.  
  1000. The computer goes, unimpressed, "Uh-huh. Well, the eggs will develop inside of Zim for another week or two, and then be released though" (and his voice changes dramatically) "INFORMATION SEALED BY ORDER OF TALLEST MIYUKI."
  1001.  
  1002. (They can probably guess where the eggies are gonna come out, though.)
  1003.  
  1004. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  1005. Dib can probably guess where the eggies are gonna come out! They're gonna come out of Zim's hole... and... thinking of that, it's kinda hot... He's a little distracted by that censorship though. Is that why the model of Zim had no junk? But why would the junk be censored from the populace, but not the fact that they have a place to incubate eggs? Dib's mind is already filling up with theories-
  1006.  
  1007. And then immediately gets sidetracked. "So, the eggs are duds due to incompatibility, and not the sterility? That would explain how the eggs formed in the first place, but..." Dib hugs Zim against his chest, "but *how* did that happen? This is just bizarre..."
  1008.  
  1009. He sighs, and then drops down onto his butt on the floor, so he can curl his legs under Zim, scooting him up into Dib's lap. "Well, at least we have a couple weeks to get used to the idea, and figure out what to do from here..."
  1010.  
  1011. itsAlana02/29/2020
  1012. Zim is easily scooted, and turns a little, to nuzzle up under Dib's chin as he's held in his lap. "Yeah, what am I gonna do with a bunch of eggs?" he asks, annoyed. "Ugh, what if GIR gets into them? There'd be egg goo *everywhere*..." Grumble grumble...
  1013.  
  1014. But as for how it happened... Zim glances up through his stubby lashes, and nudges his antenna against Dib's cheek, and asks, a little slyly, "So, do you think... you'll keep making problems for me, Dib?" (egg him egg him egg him)
  1015.  
  1016. Potente Byrd Mæmes02/29/2020
  1017. And here Dib was just thinking about if he'll need to start practicing safer sex, when Zim suddenly throws him the hottest curveball- so hot it melts his brain for a moment, and he blanks out, eyes wide and cheeks slowly turning red. And then, antennae vibrating, nuzzling Zim's face, he says, low and breathless, "breed you..."
  1018.  
  1019.  
  1020. And then he snaps out of it with a sharp breath, and a nervous laugh, his face flushing deeper red, sitting up a little straighter. "I mean! Uhm. If you really wanted...?" He clears his throat loudly. "Maybe you should make sure you don't hate it first, you know, see if you can handle laying these in the first place..."
  1021.  
  1022. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1023. Zim LOVES that look on Dib's face, that hazy horny red-cheeked look, and he snickers and nuzzles Dib's cheek, wiggling in his lap, reaching up to scratch right at the base of his antenna as he courts/teases, "It looks like my Dib-stink really wants to..."
  1024.  
  1025. Maybe he should grab Dib's hand... and guide it up under his cute sweater... and presses it against his belly... and whisper to him, playfully accusing, "Do you like making me full of eggs? Does my Dib like to be my moth-mate, breeding me full of his young? Gross..."
  1026.  
  1027. the computer is probably going to turn off its eyes and ears so it doesn't have to look at this gross sexy nonsense.
  1028.  
  1029. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1030. Dib makes a quiet, flustered little noise as he's called out on how much he does, in fact, really really want to... and then Zim just absolutely weasles into his weak spot, knowing exactly how to kill him, pushing Dib's hand under his soft, loose sweater to lay upon his firm, rounded belly... Dib squeaks, claws spreading out, fuzzy palm pressed to Zim's skin, feeling the curve of his belly under his hand.
  1031.  
  1032. "Y-Yes," he breathes, swallowing dryly, face red, and he leans in to nose at Zim's jaw, breath hot and heavy, "wanna see you full of my eggs, my Zim, my mate, breed you, fill you with my brood..."
  1033.  
  1034. Oops, Dib's losing himself to it again, eyes fluttering, claws stroking so gently over Zim's belly, his feathers ruffling and antennae twitching. "My mate, my eggs..."
  1035.  
  1036. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1037. Zim giggles, happy to just fucking RUIN Dib with a few playful words, and murmurs, "Will you take care of me while I'm stuffed with your brood, Dib? Will you bring me snacks and rub my belly and fuck me in your nest?"
  1038.  
  1039. Mmm, snacks... rubs... fucks... he hopes Dib would do all of that anyways, tbh.
  1040.  
  1041. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1042. Dib whines softly, nuzzling Zim's cheek, cooing for him. "I'll take care of you," he says, voice going so very soft and fond, and he presses a kiss to Zim's cheek, "take care of you, my mate, make you happy..."
  1043.  
  1044. Oh noooo, he's being instinctual AND sappy at the same time! It's horrible! He's cooing and chirping and murmuring sweet, adoring things against Zim's skin, promising adoration and care, and fondly rubbing Zim's belly!
  1045.  
  1046. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1047. ZIM LIKES THIS. DOTE ON HIM MORE, MOTH-HUMAN-MATE!!! Zim snuggles back into Dib and chirps and trills back, feeling warm and smug and a little... maybe... sappy himself... Maybe he'll lean back enough that he can link his hands behind Dib's neck, and tip his head back, and tug his mate down for an upside-down kiss...
  1048.  
  1049. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1050. Oh! Oh, gee! Dib is more than happy to be tugged down, to press his lips upside-down to Zim's, to coo and smile against Zim's mouth, to hug him around the middle and pet his tummy, and be awfully in love, even if he still hasn't actually realized his feelings go so far. Even if he still hasn't actually realized he's been nursing a massive crush on Zim since he was a pre-teen.
  1051.  
  1052. "I'll take care of you," he murmurs again, into Zim's lips, "my mate, our eggs..."
  1053.  
  1054. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1055. Zim's antenna are pressed against Dib's chest like this, full with the smell of him, and his whole self feels wonderful and good and like he doesn't even mind that he's full of eggs-- kind of likes it, even, his belly being so petted and adored by his Dib, his body held so tenderly, his lips so kissed and his mate so eagerly avowing his devotion...
  1056.  
  1057. With a soft, smug hum, he kisses Dib lots and lots and lots and then whispers back, "After these come out, you'd better work hard to stuff me with another clutch..."
  1058.  
  1059. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1060. Dib is busy happily kissing and cooing at his mate, rubbing his tummy and smothering Zim in adoration, and then... and then Zim is apparently just as filthy as Dib is, and he pulls back a moment to look at Zim in mild surprise. Sure, he said something like this earlier, but saying it again, it's really hitting him how much Zim is enjoying this, how much he wants more.
  1061.  
  1062. Dib smirks, and leans back in to rub his nose at the noseless middle of Zim's face, murmuring, "You keep being a lot kinkier than I expected." He chuckles, and kisses Zim between the eyes. "But if that's what you want, then that's what my mate will get."
  1063.  
  1064. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1065. Zim says "What?" because, let's be real, he has no sense of scale of kinkiness, and Dib has been murmuring about eggs and breeding since the very first time they boinked; as far as HE'S concerned, this is totally vanilla (but very hot)--
  1066.  
  1067. But then Dib gives him a kiss between the eyes, and Zim has to chirp and trill and wiggle his antenna up against Dib's jaw, and scritches the back of his neck, arms still stretched up to hold him. "Dib-stink had BETTER do what I want," he murmurs, but it's more sweet and fond than anything else, and he can't help smiling up at his moth-mate.
  1068.  
  1069. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1070. "I will," he promises, feathers ruffling as he melts under Zim's affection... before reason catches up with him, and he leans back, smirking down at Zim, "within reason. Not gonna let you get away with being *too* much of a brat."
  1071.  
  1072. Oh, please, we all know he's going to spoil Zim rotten. He's already leaning back in to nuzzle and smooch, smiling and chirping all the while, absolutely smitten with his mated Irken. He starts to toy with the dog-mom sweater with the claws of one hand while the other stays on Zim's belly, and he mumbles aloud, "you should probably keep wearing stuff like this. Y'know, loose comfortable clothes, instead of trying to squeeze into your uniform. And probably take it easy, not moving around so much if you don't need to..."
  1073.  
  1074. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1075. "Take my credit card and buy me some online," Zim orders, and squirms around, until he's sitting sideways across Dib's lap and can kiss and smooch and love at his jaw and cheek and nose. "This was the only thing I had already that would fit..."
  1076.  
  1077. Wow... Dib gets to dress up Zim however he wants... surely he will only buy normal non-adorable things, and definitely not anything kawaii or sexy!
  1078.  
  1079. Or kawaii AND sexy.
  1080.  
  1081. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1082. "Okay, one of these days, you're gonna tell me how you get the money for this stuff." Seriously! Where is Zim getting the cash to pay off credit cards and things? Dib know he does shady space deals to get shady space monies for his shady space shenanigans, but what about his Earth American money?? Where does it come from??? Zim, what do you do????
  1083.  
  1084. Anyways, with Zim settled sideways across his lap, Dib can lean in and nuzzle him and much more comfortably receive lots of kissies and smoochies and lovies and hopefully many scritchies and pettings? He likes those things, please get your claws all up in his fluff and hair. "I'll order a bunch of stuff next time I'm at my laptop."
  1085.  
  1086. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1087. The most scritchies and pettings!!! And also a Zim who's purring, playfully, "And what will my Dib-mate do until he's at his laptop?"
  1088.  
  1089. Zim please you're a monster let Dib's dick rest for like five minutes
  1090.  
  1091. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1092. "*Zim*, oh my god, why are you so horny??" He laughs, and nuzzles into Zim's neck, chirping and cooing happily from the scritchies and pettings. A little muffled against Zim's neck, he says, "honestly, my only plans were to make sure you're okay before going back to bed."
  1093.  
  1094. It's like, past dawn!! It's Dib's bedtime!!
  1095.  
  1096. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1097. He makes a sulky noise, and bites at Dib's jaw, and accuses him, "I wouldn't be horny if you didn't make it feel so good!" Gosh, Dib! It's all your fault! "But I SUPPOSE I can let you rest. Stupid humans, needing to sleep..."
  1098.  
  1099. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1100. i couldve sworn the mahjong was old
  1101. Dib sputters and laughs, his cheeks growing pink, and nuzzles the hell out of Zim's face. Wow! Way to make him feel like some kind of sex god or something!! "I can take you with me," he says, and tucks his wings up under Zim, under his back and his knees, scooping him up in a princess carry while Dib straightens up onto his feet, "I know you just got out of bed, but if you wanted... Or I could carry you to wherever you need to be before I go back to my nest."
  1102.  
  1103. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1104. Zim complains, "Zim can walk!" while... also... wrapping his arms around Dib's neck... and nuzzling into his ruff... and rubbing his antennae against Dib's cheek... "... and here was fine," he says, still complaining, still cuddling close.
  1105.  
  1106. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1107. "I know!" Dib goes all defensive, feathers fluffing up as he pouts. "Can't a guy want to carry his brooding mate somewhere? Just to be nice? Yeesh. If you weren't so full of those eggs, I'd drop you right now."
  1108.  
  1109. And yet, he leans in to nuzzle right between Zim's antennae, all talk and no bite- except for maybe the playful, affectionate nip to Zim's cheekbone. And then he... stands there, a little while longer, just holding Zim atop his wing-arms, practically cradling him, cooing and chirping and fawning over him.
  1110.  
  1111. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1112. Zim IS full of eggs... nice. OuO
  1113.  
  1114. He still grumbles, but he also chirps and trills and nuzzles back, and enjoys the fawning over, and maybe eventually mentions, "... Maybe you could carry me to the kitchen, you big stinky bird-man," while rubbing behind Dib's antenna and kissing his jaw.
  1115.  
  1116. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1117. "To the kitchen it is!" He says, chirping with delight- he was just going to eventually set Zim on his feet or a nearby chair, but this way he gets to feel more helpful and good for something. Cradling Zim against the fluff on his neck and chest, Dib coos and chirps the whole way up the elevator and into the kitchen.
  1118.  
  1119. Upon arrival, still refusing to put Zim down *just* yet, Dib asks, "want me to make you something?" Isn't it supposed to be time for sleepy mothowls to go to sleep?? What a twitterpated dummy...
  1120.  
  1121. itsAlana03/01/2020
  1122. Dib... you're gonna have a smitten mate in your arms if you keep this up!
  1123.  
  1124. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/01/2020
  1125. Dib's already smitten himself! Oh no!
  1126.  
  1127. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1128. Zim HADN'T wanted Dib to make him something, but now that he mentions it... "Yes! Get your mate a snack," he orders, imperiously. "And a juice box! Oooh, do we have any animal cookies? The little pink and white ones? Zim wants those."
  1129.  
  1130. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1131. Dib chuckles, and nuzzles his stupid little mate, and gives him kisses, and then finally sets him down in a chair at the table. "That all? I could've made you waffles or french toast or something."
  1132.  
  1133. Not that he minds just getting Zim cookies and juice! He'll go rummaging in the cupboards and fridge for those, absolutely fucking whipped right now.
  1134.  
  1135. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1136. "If Dib wants to make waffles, I won't stop him," Zim says, kicking his feet under the chair, "but I want cookies."
  1137.  
  1138. GIR, who has apparently been somewhere upstairs this whole time, howls out, "COOOOOOOKIES?" from somewhere in the distance, and rockets into the kitchen (very literally) to impact with Dib's legs. "COOKIES!" he shrieks, excited.
  1139.  
  1140. "GIR also wants cookies," Zim says, seriously.
  1141.  
  1142. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1143. "These cookies specifically," Dib starts, waggling the successfully located bag of those white and pink frosted animal cookies, before going and setting them down in front of Zim, "or would you rather have... my cookies?"
  1144.  
  1145. Does Zim want Dib to bake him cookies?? He should know Dib is good at cookies! He's always stealing (re: being tsun-ishly given) the cookies Dib makes at school or brings from home (that he definitely wasn't half making for Zim anyways), back before he was a mothman!
  1146.  
  1147. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1148. Zim, instead of responding earnestly, finds himself snickering, and leans his elbows on the table, and says, flirty-teasing, "Oh, Zim would LOVE some of Dib's cookies~" before winking-- "-- but also-- chocolate chocolate caramel cookies... might be nice... later! It's past Dib's stupid bird bedtime."
  1149.  
  1150. He opens the package, and drops a cookie into GIR's waiting maw, and then eats one himself.
  1151.  
  1152. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1153. Dib is fairly certain Zim just tried to flirt with him, but he's also not sure how that qualified as a flirt. Still, he chuckles and chirps, and leans in to givr his mate a smooch and several nuzzles. At least Zim is thinking about his poor birdbrain's nocturnal needs!
  1154.  
  1155. "Okay, okay, I'll make cookies later tonight," he says, voice soft, and presses a kiss to Zim's lips before pulling away. "See you later, space boy."
  1156.  
  1157. And off he scoots, taking one of the elevators back down into the base so he can swoop off to his nest and flop into it belly-down, immediately becoming a living blanket and passing out...
  1158.  
  1159. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1160. Zim is too enchanted by the smooch and nuzzles and additional smooch to even mind that Dib forgot the juice box, once he's done chirping and giggling around his cookies... GIR ends up giggling too, mostly because Zim is giggling, and Zim, overwhelmed with affection, rubs his hand on the top of GIR's stupid little head.
  1161.  
  1162. "Get your disguise on, GIR," he orders, "we're going for a walk."
  1163.  
  1164. As GIR follows orders, Zim gets a juice box out of the fridge and gets his own wig and contacts on, and they set out to do some grocery shopping (and maybe clothes shopping).
  1165.  
  1166. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1167. Listen, sometimes you get distracted by tempting your alien with cookies, and also maybe flirted with cookie-ishly? And then you forget a juicebox. But at least Zim has the really good animal cookies, and that's what matters.
  1168.  
  1169. And what does Zim do immediately after Dib leaves him alone to pass out for ten to twelve hours?? Goes and does walking and errands! The opposite of taking it easy and not doing much, which Dib had suggested Zim do! The nerve!
  1170.  
  1171. Oh well, not like Dib can do anyways about it, not when he's sleeping like a stone for once, sleeping until well after sundown... Are there any visiting Irkens in his nest when he stirs, making little squesky noises and ruffling his feathers? Or will he take his time waking up alone?
  1172.  
  1173. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1174. Alas, he will wake up alone, but once he ventures out, it won't take long to find Zim in front of his main consoles, examining a little mouse in a little glass tank.
  1175.  
  1176. The mouse appears to have bright red eyes and black feathers and fluffy antenna.
  1177.  
  1178. "Hmm," Zim is saying, apparently somewhat at a loss, but that's possibly not the most important part of the scene-- Dib might notice that Zim's wearing something new... a new sweatshirt... a cute lavender-purple-red tie dye one that's cropped short, so his arms are eaten by the cozy sleeves but his rounded green belly is peeking out under the hem...
  1179.  
  1180. He MIGHT have picked it out because he thought Dib would think it was kind of hot.
  1181.  
  1182. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1183. He might not venture out at first... might spend an hour snuggled around his laptop, browsing online shops, filling carts with lots of cute and fluffy shirts and sweaters, some leggings and soft pants with stretchy waistbands, cozy socks and booties... He'll buy those later after he actually grabs Zim's credit card, but those carts... are full.
  1184.  
  1185. But eventually, he does venture out, and even brushes his teeth, before seeking out his little green mate... Oh, and there he is, with one of his experiments! And... oh, in a very cute and very sexy sweater crop top. Zim is very, very clever, because Dib DOES, in fact, think it's kind of hot!
  1186.  
  1187. Dib swoops down on silent wings, landing with only a light thump and the clacking of his talons behind Zim, before wrapping his wings around him, claws and fuzzy palms laying over his belly. "G'morning," he says, chirps, and kisses Zim between the antennae, "I like your sweater."
  1188.  
  1189. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1190. Zim yelps in surprise-- and then melts happily back against Dib, his PAKlegs popping out to hook back around his waist. "Don't scare me like that!" he says, fussily, then adds, "not that I was scared..."
  1191.  
  1192. Anyways, hi, Dib, ur mate is cute and the way he's arching back to nuzzle into Dib's ruff is baring more belly for Dib's soft hands to admire...
  1193.  
  1194. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1195. Dib snickers, nuzzling between Zim's antennae, his antennae tilted forward, twitching happily. "Yeah, I bet nothing ever scares you, especially not half near everything on Earth," Dib teases, and kisses Zim's head again, and then glances ahead at Zim's experiment- his eyes LIGHT up, and he laughs, and says, delighted, "oh my God! You made a little mothman mouse! A mothmouse? That's adorable!"
  1196.  
  1197. Idly, his hands start to gently stroke over Zim's belly as he marvels at the little mothmouse. "I wonder if it craves eating other mice- or if that instinct is fed on comparatively smaller prey. Ants? Crickets, maybe? Or does it retain just the diet of the mouse?"
  1198.  
  1199. itsAlana03/02/2020
  1200. Zim says, proudly, "Obviously. Zim is the BRAVEST Irken in all of the universe." What teasing, Dib? It's definitely true and Zim has never had an anxiety in his LIFE. He rubs his head against Dib's shoulder, and says, "I don't know what it craves. Won't mice eat each other and insects anyways?"
  1201.  
  1202. Potente Byrd Mæmes03/02/2020
  1203. "Sometimes, but I meant like, at a more unnatural-for-mice level. Like, humans are omnivores and technically can and sometimes do eat rodents, but not like how I've been, because of my instincts." Dib is just admiring the little mouse, his antennae twitching at it- will it twitch its antennae back at him? Hello little guy! He's just like you!
  1204.  
  1205. Pressing his cheek against Zim's head, nuzzling fondly, Dib says, "by the way, I need your credit card. Picked out more clothes for you."
  1206.  
  1207. fair warning................dib definitely picked out a lot of kawaii AND sexy things
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