Here's a preview of my part of the fanfic:
Majara slammed the button to disconnect her call to Irken base, swearing in Irken. Her SIR unit seemed to have flinched a little from her outburst, but otherwise it had not moved from its spot.More to come...
The familiar sound of a ladder leaned gently against her window broke her out of her fuming. Unlike the underground lab base that the Irken she was assigned to eliminate had, she made no effort to hide her Irken technology. Nobody visits her home anyway, and even if they do, a simple click of a few buttons was enough for her to cloak herself and the entire place with its camouflage shield to let it blend with its surroundings, making it look like an abandoned home, and no one would be the wiser.
But then again, humans here in this planet are too stupid to even notice a huge-ass computer screen the size of a car and a sentient robot even if it screamed at their faces anyway. Proven perfectly so the last time she tried to blast Zim out into oblivion.
"I'm not in the mood, Chris-human."
Christian slowly ascended the ladder and climbed through the window. If it were anyone, they would've either found themselves in an empty room or got blasted out with a plasma gun. Not him. Christian was special. Well, at least to her, anyway. She couldn't understand or put words to describe this feeling she had towards her, but she knew she couldn't treat him the same contemptous way she treated other humans.
She has yet to determine whether it was actually love or not, but one thing's for sure, she does not hate him.
"You sound troubled," Christian's concerned voice rang in her head the moment he touched her wrist. Majara made no attempt to shove him away.
"Just another rough day at work, that's all. Majara is fine."
Majara felt a gentle ripple of emotion that told her Christian was not convinced. His raised brow further accentuates it.
"Fine, fine, Chris-human. That stupid Zim-filth has outsmarted me again!" Majara sighed and proceed to elaborately describe her latest plan to assassinate Zim by triggering the school's fire alarm and trap him in the toilet, and to rig the emergency water sprinklers to put it to continuous flow so that he'll die of allergic reaction from it. She went on to further elaborate grudgingly that Zim somehow saw through her plan and rigged back the water sprinklers to set it to unable to sprinkle water at all, though it did cause the water pump to explode from the interrupted pressure, but somehow he got away unscathed.
If only she knew that Dib, who had learned to spot abnormalities from his years of experience hunting down Zim, was the one who saw the kinks on the toilet doors indicating a possible entrapment, and subtly hinted to the spaztic male Irken about Majara's "diabolical plan to ensnare the mighty ZIM", as he put it.
"And The Tallest didn't even want to accept my explanation and said that they were disappointed of me failing such a mission that 'my original specimen I was cloned from would've completed in a heartbeat'. The nerve! After all I've done, this is the gratitude they give me?!"
"Maybe it's about time you let it go, give it up," Christian suggested with a encouraging smile. "Maybe he's really not worth your time."
"Never! I'm Majara, one of the most powerful psychic Invaders of all Irk! And I've been given the solemn duty by the Tallest! An Irken does not desert their orders! I WILL kill ZIM!"
Christian sighed and shook his head, chuckling weakly. If anything that this she-Invader share in common with Zim was their stubbornness, tenacity and determination. He had long since known from the day he knew her that she was an assassin, and Zim was her target to eliminate. He wasn't agreeable of Majara killing Zim, or murder in general, but he knew she meant business especially with her heavy artillery and knew better than to interfere with her work.
"Well, at least lemme help you get rid of all that stress," Christian offered. "I'm sure you can't work in these tense conditions, can you?"
As much as Majara wanted to deny it, she did feel a little stressed out. Her joints were giving her the aches, not to mention the throbbing headache she was having thanks to enduring the Tallests' ranting and raving. She sighed and nodded tiredly.
"You got any some sort of lotion or oil about?"
"Huh? Why?" Majara eyed him curiously.
"Just wanna show you how we humans relax after a long day's work," Christian winked in an almost devious nature. "Don't worry, it'll be great, trust me."
Majara eyed at him some more, suspicious even, before sending her SIR unit to retrieve the Vortian lubricant she had in her cleaning chambers. Being that she could not bathe by human means due to the same allergic affliction she shared with Zim--and as a female, she was entitled to vanity cleaning--she had acquired a steady order of Vortian lubricant to indulge in other than the usual dry particle-cleaning her Irken bath tank provided.
Christian knelt down to accept the bottle of lubricant with a nod of thanks to the little SIR unit and took one of Majara's longer claws to speak.
"You're going to need to lie down on the bed and be naked for this."
"What? Why?" Majara exclaimed awkwardly. "Why must I be naked for this relaxation you speak of?"
"It's just how it is," Christian replied. "It's called massaging, which includes skin contact, and I can't very well massage you properly with your tight-fitting suit on now, can I?"
Majara bit her lip. The only time she was ever actually naked in front of Christian was the day Christian discovered her true identity. She had just returned from another failed attempt to kill Zim that involved garbage chutes and soot-filled chimneys when it happened.
One moment she was turning off her human hologram disguise and stripping herself bare to prepare to enter the bath tank, the next moment she found herself staring at Christian looking at her through the window wide-eyed and slack-jawed at her Irken form. She contemplated killing him to hide her secret, but surprise overtook her instead when Christian grabbed the nearest ladder, climbed into the window and made short gasps and noises a mute usually does, looking as if he had just found the Holy Grail, whatever that human expression meant.
"No wonder you can read my mind!"
That was the ultimatum that sealed their somewhat odd friendship.
Majara finally sighed in defeat as she took off her gear and her body suit before slowly lying down on bed. It's not like he was going to do anything worse. Even if he did, her plasma gun was just nearby.
"No, lie down on your stomach," Christian said in her mind, and waited for her to comply before nodding in satisfaction. "Much better. Now just relax and don't think about anything."
Majara closed her eyes and soon felt the warm Vortian lubricant poured onto her body in a elaborate zig-zag fashion, then a pair of warm hands against her slightly cold clammy skin, working their way along and around her thin, slender frame. She felt gentle fingers pressing and rubbing against her tense spots and pressure points, easing them down and just caressing them away as if they've never been there.
"Mmh...What--mhh--What technique is this...? Nnh...How do--aah--How do you know just--nnah--where to press and--nggh--squeeze me...? Unhh..." Majara was mildly surprised that she was able to make such noises.
"I aspire to become a professional masseuse," Christian replied as he helped get rid of the kinks on her lower back. "I've been taking health courses and massage therapy classes on the side."
"Mmh...But...But why...? Surely--aah--with your intellect--mmhh--you can do any Earthian profession...ughh..."
"Personal experience," Christian gave a gentle press on her shoulderblade, "I was born premature, you see. Doctors were certain that I will not survive, but a massage therapist proved them otherwise. Massage twice a day, with medication in between, and I was out of the incubator sooner than the doctors predicted."
"It did not--ooh--cure your vocal defect though...nnhh..."
"You'll have to blame genetics for that. I guess it's the price I had to pay to live."
"Your human chemistry theory of equivalent exchange cannot be applied here."
"I guess not, but that's how it is."
"Such--mmhh--genetic inferiority," Majara mumbled. "Makes me--nnh--glad that we do not practice such primitive--mmh--methods to produce young."
"You'd be surprised just how good these 'primitive methods' are," Christian replied as he pressed down a kink on Majara's inner thigh, earning a loud moan from her, making him flinch. Was that her sensitive spot?
"W...Why are you stopping, Chris-human?" Majara opened her eyes to look up at him, failing to realise that a tint of dark bluish-green, the blushing kind, was strewn across her face.
Christian swallowed and shook his head, continuing to massage that part. Loud moan after another escaped the Irken's lips, her antenna furled backwards, twitching ever so slightly, her claws gripping at the sheets. The more he did it, the tighter his crotch felt. Christian blushed hard.
Was he turned on, and by an alien, no doubt? Was he some kind of xenophile?
But the way the female Irken spread her legs to allow him to massage more at that part; the way she trembled, whines and moans escaping those quivering, panting lips; the way her eyes fluttered, half-lidded as every press and squeeze on her sensitive spots made her twitch and jolt with pleasure; the way her cheeks just get darker as blood rushed to colour them...It was such an irresistible sight somehow.
"Wh...What are you...doing to me...Chris-human...aannhh?" Majara whimpered. "I...I feel...mmnaahh...so weird...like I'm burning up..."
Christian swallowed again. Dare he venture into this taboo area where whatever he was going to do transcends the boundaries of human-alien interaction?
"I'm...giving you a more advance version of massage therapy," Christian worded his thoughts carefully as he caressed the female Irken's thighs. "That is...if you'll let me..."
He was expecting Majara, by the way she pouted and contemplate, to say 'No' and kick him out of the house. He was expecting her to cry (if Irkens are capable of crying) and scold him and tell him to keep his hands off her. He was expecting her to at least decline and hide under the covers or something. Anything to give him second thoughts about what he was about to do.
None of that happened.
Majara's nod and his trembling hand reaching over to massage and tease her cloacas proved to be their undoing.
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Majara groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her groggy mind slowly tried to piece back what was she doing naked in bed, pins and needles from the waist down and feeling like she had just returned from space and back, and with Christian equally naked by her side...
Christian.
She turned around to face the young mute boy who slept beside her, his arm around her waist. She stared at him in bewilderment at first, at how they ended up naked as a smeet together in her hover bed, trying to make sense of this.
'Ah yes...' she thought. 'Chris-human was giving this... relaxation technique, this...massage...Then he was touching me in a way that made me feel weird and burned up...then...then we...'
Majara blushed hard again. She started to remember how Christian started teasing her cloacas; how his skillful fingers managed to part them to reveal her most private insides, his other hand massaging and rubbing at her breasts; how his tongue trailed down her neck as he pushed his fingers deep into her womb; and how he made her look at his huge penis before entering...
Christian's tiny groan as he started to stir as well broke her out of her muse. She watched him as his eyes slowly blinked open, staring at her with those half-lidded green orbs for a moment or two before they snap wide open in realization and him shooting to an upright position.
She watched in partial amusement as he wanted to say something but didn't dare to reach over to touch her to let himself be heard. He fumbled about the hover bed until he literally toppled over it with a loud crash to the floor, then went on his hands and knees, bowing over and over again, making short gagging-like sounds from his defected vocals as he tried to apologize. He even made those funny human sign languages all mute people do but then face-palmed when he thought she couldn't understand them (though in reality she does after memorizing an entire handbook of American sign-languages) and went back to his profused bowing again.
Majara couldn't understand somehow at her lack of anger over this. If she had thought this carefully, and what with studying about human sex ed, she was technically being raped. She had every right to be angry. She should be yelling at him for being a beast, for hurting her and causing her such shame, and either kill him or blast him out to kingdom come.
But she was not hurting. She was not feeling shame. She was not even the slightest bit angry at all.
In fact, she had never felt such pleasure in all her life.
Every gentle touch and massage on her breasts that made her tingle, every thrust Christian made with his fingers inside her that made her shiver with delight, every jolt of pleasurable electricity that went through her spine whenever he jabbed something inside her womanhood, every tug and nibble at her antenna whenever he made her go on all fours that made her brain numb, every moment when she felt something inside her explode over and over again that sent her whole body into overdrive...every single part of that moment played back in her mind like a broken CD in a eternal loop.
And it was rivoting.
"Calm down, Chris-human," she said in a commanding tone to bring the young man back to reality, offering her claw to him so he could talk to her. "It's OK, really."
"I'm so sorry!" Christian's loud plea boomed in her head. "I didn't mean to...I dunno what got into me! I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Say another 'sorry' again and I will use my plasma gun on you."
"But...this is a bad thing for me to do this to you, even in human standards! Th-There must be something I can do to make it up to you!"
Majara's lips creased into a devious smile.
"Could you do it again?"
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