Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Invader to Queen ❯ Can’t Fight the Feelings! ( Chapter 6 )

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Me: Ok gunna do this!! Gunna do it Good!

Zim: I don’t believe you Hyuman scum!

Me: T^T why so mean Zim?

Zim: Because this is the true me! Now show me dominating your puny, filthy dirt-planet!

Me: No!

Zim: How dare you defy Zim! I will rule you all filthy hyuman worms!

Me: *sigh* Whatever Zim *Writes*

Zim watches over my shoulder…

Zim: You misspelled Hyuman… Spell it Again!

PS. please comment or no more chappies. J

Same goes for all my other stories that do not involve an O.C. pairing with characters from the series I am focused on. So you want more? Comment please.

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Invader Zim

Can’t Fight the Feelings!

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Zimsera sighed as she laid down on the soft bed to process the day. Since her pack was fixed she could now sleep if she truly wanted instead of needing to sleep. She wondered how long pregnancies were for a queen. It wasn’t common knowledge after all, even the queen was kept a secret from the most basic of Irken Invaders, Zimsera had been different. She had been brought before the queen once after the failure of Impending Doom I. She lifted her phone and sighed, pressing the contacts button and finally calling her life-mate. The phone rang once, then twice and even a third time, Zimsera pursed her lips in annoyance.

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Dib lay in the bed in his lab, he just wished Zim would call. He knew he made a mistake and he would do anything to make it up to her, literally anything. Dib wanted to see her, feel her near him and breath in her scent, anything to away the pain of being separate, anything to distract him from his many wrong-doings. How could he be so stupid? He was angry with himself for driving her away, or maybe from the fact he lost his most precious subject, no his most precious… What did he consider her? Enemy? Friend? Lover? He blushed suddenly as his thoughts turned in a whole new direction. Did he love Zim? Did he somehow go from hating the enemy alien to loving their Queen? Either way, he felt incredibly stupid and hated himself for what he did to Zim and he knew he had to make it up to her.

He rose and walked out to the kitchen, he hadn’t been able to focus on his work since Zim left. He doubted he would get anything done, but he needed to eat and maybe he could just look at it some and then decide if wanted to try and work on it. He almost thought he heard a ring but as it didn’t continue he ignored it, thinking it was his imagination before grabbing the juice out of the fridge and pouring a glass. He also popped some bread into the toaster. It didn’t take long for it to finish and the toast popped up and golden brown, he spread the butter over each piece before taking a bite. He didn’t bother enjoying the taste as he sat behind his laptop in the kitchen and looked over his notes. He took a sip from his orange juice as he looked over his research. A ring sounded from the other room, startled he dropped the glass he had been holding. It crashed onto the kitchen floor as Dib scrambled to his feet and ran into the living room. He grabbed his phone and quickly answered it.

“Zim?” he tentatively asked. At first he didn’t hear anything, the a sharp intake of breath and then…

“HOW DARE YOU MAKE ZIMSERA WAIT!” Zimsera yelled at him. Dib stood there shell shocked as he heard Zim’s voice, wait did she say Zimsera? “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

“I-I’m sorry,” Dib apologized. “How long have you been… trying to reach me?”

“An hour,” Zimsera replied, still sounding angry. Dib felt numb, he had made the Irken wait a whole hour. He was chewing his lip as he considered what he should say. “Dib-Monkey!”

“I-I’m still here,” Dib replied quickly. “I-I just… Did you have fun, you know with Gaz, shopping.” He was trying to focus the topic away from him.

“It was exceptional,” Zimsera replied. He could hear Zimsera moving around as though sitting or standing, he couldn’t tell. “I need you to come over, I forgot that bag, in the lab,” she said. Dib frowned of course she would want that. “And.. those whatever those were from that morning,” He smiled remembering the pancakes. “And...” there was a long pause that had Dib hanging on the brink as he waited for her to finish her thought. “And.. BE PREPARED TO SPEND THE NIGHT!!” the line went dead as though she had hung up immediately. Dib was so shocked he didn’t budge right away, she wanted him to come over and stay the night. At that very moment, Dib felt as though he could fly through the clouds.

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Zimsera could feel the heat in her cheeks as she held the phone in her hand. She was so embarrassed when she said she wanted him be prepared to stay the night that she hung up almost immediately after. Why was she so embarrassed? She’s the queen and queens don’t get embarrassed, do they? She sighed laying back down on the bed and pulling her pillow to her and hugging it tightly as she rocked back and forth. She couldn’t keep her excitement at bay.

She wanted to call Gaz and tell her all about it, but honestly would that be a good idea? She suddenly felt the need to be cleansed, so she decided on a nice bubble Irken-style bath. She still didn’t trust water that much, it had burned her before so she couldn’t fully trust it yet now until she did more extensive testing. She relaxed in the warm liquid that soothed her, the scent was a sweet flora smell from the Irken home-world. Even without filthy dirt there was floral life. It was persistent and beautiful, her thoughts went to Dib he was also persistent and sometimes quite fetching. She smiled he would be here any minute but at least she knew she could relax. And of course, relax she did smiling and making little bubble bots that she imagined would rule the filthy dirt planet. She frowned maybe they wouldn’t rule the filthy little planet, it was rather dirty and she didn’t want a filthy human planet anyway. She sunk a little into the liquid creating her own bubbles by expelling a little air from her lips. She stayed in the liquid until it cooled quite a bit just toying around with the bubbles and thinking. She even started to prune up a bit before finally getting out.

Feeling fully relaxed, she sought out a cute dress from her and Gaz’s shopping spree that would show off her new life-like appendages. Even though they were indeed fake she still wanted to see Dib’s reaction to them when he arrived. She did a little twirl in front of the mirror enjoying the flow of the little dress she had put on and adjusting the breasts so they were a little more even. She put her wig back on and began to style it a bit before putting the contacts back in and messing with her eyelashes. She decided she would probably need to buy some mascara next time she was out as well as some other make-ups, or maybe she needed to just make her own in the lab. She jumped a little when she heard a knock at the door, wasn’t it a little early?

“Coming,” she yelled.

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Dib raised his free hand to the door and knocked. He waited of course and heard the shout from within so he didn’t knock a second time. His patience was rewarded as the door slowly opened revealing Zimsera on the other side. The moment the door opened Dib’s eye-line dropped to her chest. Dib couldn’t seem to stop staring at Zim, or more importantly her breasts. When did she grow those? He reached out but Zimsera slapped his hand away from her.

“Apology first!” she told him. She looked rather smug about it however, as though she had expected his unusual reaction to her sizable breasts. He gulped still wanting to see if they were actually real or not. After all they were so very life-like and they jiggled too! He was so distracted he barely even registered what she had said.

“Hey idiot she said apologize,” The familiar sounding voice snapped him back to reality causing him to look beyond Zim to the figure sitting on the couch.

“Gaz!?” Dib asked surprised. The woman on the couch was playing on her phone as was typical of her, it was obvious she still loved her games. Zimsera just shrugged, moved toward the love seat and sat down crossing her arms.

“Yes, idiot,” Gaz replied clearly annoyed. “Now man up and apologize already!” He was shocked but quickly sputtered an apology to Zimsera. Gaz looked up obviously not amused with his lame excuse for an apology. “I dunno Zimsera, should be we punish him and make him do his apology better?”

Zimsera grinned ear to ear showing off her pointed teeth, “Yes, we should.” They both stood up grabbing each arm and dragged him down to the lab. They easily restrained him to the table as he wasn’t really putting up a fight in his shock. His eyes went wide as the first cuff clamped over his wrist then the second but by then it was too late he was already trapped. Gaz went to sit in a nearby chair as Zimsera cut open his shirt

“Hey, wait a minute, what are you planning to do to me?” Dib asked, a hint of panic in his voice. Once the shirt was opened Zimsera removed her wig and contacts probably to see better. He looked to Gaz who was watching amused and not at all surprised. “You knew she was an alien?”

“Duh, I’ve known for a while Dib,” Gaz replied annoyed. “Why do you think we’re such great friends?” At first Dib thought he had slipped into a reoccurring nightmare until he saw what Zimsera was holding. His mouth fell open at the ridiculously huge feather. He wondered where she had gotten it briefly, did it come off an ostrich? Maybe not it was too frilly and too pink for that. She ran it along his side, causing him to flinch slightly and bite his lip to keep from laughing. She continued to torment that side until tears were in his eyes and he burst into peals of laughter. “Get his feet.” Gaz suggested. Zimsera began to move down there removing his shoes and socks. Dib recovered a bit only to beg her.

“Please no, please not the feet,” Dib begged. “I’ll do anything, not the feet.”

“Then apologize,” Zimsera said waving the feather at his now exposed sole.

“I’m sorry,” he yelled, desperately curling his toes to protect his feet. Zimsera was not impressed by his apology, however, deciding to tickle his feet anyway with the soft feather. He squirmed but the cuffs at his feet held fast and all he could do was laugh helplessly until Zimsera stopped again. “Please… I’m sorry… stop… please.” he gasped between bouts of laughter. She moved up beside him to listen, as he caught his breath. “I won’t do it again just please.”

“Fine promise me you won’t treat me like a test subject again,” Zimsera replied simple. He was surprised, he hadn’t expected that, but he didn’t stay surprised for long. It wasn’t right of him to lock Zimsera in his lab and take samples like she was some weird experiment.

“I promise I won’t treat you like a test subject, or an experiment, or a lab rat,” Dib replied. “I swear it on my life.” Her expression softened and she moved closer to Dib.

“Bleh,” came the playful teasing from her friend Gaz right before she left with a smile on her face. Dib breathed a sigh of relief with his sister now out of the room which prompted a quick stolen kiss from him. Zimsera loved watching him squirm it seemed. The cuffs loosened letting his hands and feet go free which he promptly used to grab one of the orbs he had been so curious about. As soon as he grabbed it he felt the difference, it was slight but it definitely was fake. Even the skin texture was off slightly, he moved that hand up to cup Zimsera’s face as she kissed him passionately…

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Next Time on Invader to Queen What do you think will happen? Will they make sweet sweet love in the lab? Find out next time in Missives to Massive.