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*Dun dun dun duuuun!*
The Omnitrix rings out, and never before has Ben been so happy to hear it.
In a flash of bright green, Ben reverts from his latest alien transformation and back to a regular kid—before collapsing onto his knees and falling face first into a puddle of mud.
*KERSPLASH!*
“Ugggggggh.” Ben groans out. The boy so tired he can only barely muster up the energy to raise his mouth above the murky water to complain.
“Nice one, dweeb.” Goes Gwen. The girl wrinkling her nose as she raises one leg to inspect her foot. “I swear if you got any crud on my new shoes, you can kiss that reverse gold holofoil Yokozuna card goodbye.”
Like a zombie back to un-life, Ben raises one exhausted arm from out of the muck. “No…! Not my promo Takeuchi…!”
Ben knew better than anyone his cousin could be a brat, but Gwen had taken things way too far this time. Seriously, holding his Sumo Slammer card binder hostage was some primo-evil. Even the wicked heel White Wight wouldn’t stoop so low! And that guy used like, steel chairs and top rope moonsaults!
Gwen nods, completely ignorant to whatever nerd junk her cousin wasted brain space on. “Hmmph! That’s right! Now get to it!”
The redhead punctuates her words with a sharp kick right at the watch's wristband and it takes Ben all he has to not face plant in the mud again as the face of the Omnitrix rises up, flashing from red right back to green. “Seriously, how do you keep doing that?!”
“Hmph. Wouldn’t you like to know.” Gwen smirks, as clueless as Ben was but much better at bluffing. If she had to guess, something about the watch being in brief contact with new alien life to scan must give it some kind of crazy boost to its charge. After all, humans counted as alien life too!
She wasn’t sure why that didn’t translate to the thing always being fully charged just from being worn, but even before he put on the watch, Gwen had her doubts her doofus of a cousin was really all human. Personally her bet had been on Mutant but being an entirely different species from her still checked out.
“Chop Chop!” Gwen claps. “Get to it!”
Ben groans. If he had to do laps across the state as XLR8 or multiply π by π to the πth decimal power as Grey Matter one more time he was gonna seriously lose it. “Can’t you just… give me like a minute to rest? I’m tiiiireed.”
Gwen crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? That's funny. Cuz I’m just as tired of having to watch you screw up all the time!”
Ben mutters something quietly under his breath though not quietly enough to escape Gwen’s notice.
“What was that?”
Ben clenches a fistful of mud. In control of himself enough to not hurl crud in his cousin’s face and get his card binder for sure turned into mulch, but not enough to know better and to just keep his mouth shut.
“I said, you know what’s funny? Me thinking you’d get tired of being so jealous that I get to be a superhero and you don’t. But I guess we’re both wrong, huh!”
Gwen’s face turns red, and Ben’s face gets even more dirty as his ‘beloved’ cousin stomps the back of his head right back into the muck. His reward for hitting the nail on the head as it were.
Of course, Gwen was jealous. What kid wouldn’t be? Superhero was a corny way of saying of it but Gwen wasn’t gonna say no if she had been provided the job opportunity. The preteen would’ve loved to be the one gifted with nifty cool powers. It wasn’t fair! Why did Ben of all people have to be the one chosen? She was near the landing sight too!
Heck, the only reason she knew that her briefly touching The Watch helped it recharge was because she tried to slip it off Ben while he was conked out sleeping and the thing’s battery was out. She had hoped being so out on charge might mean the Omnitrix’s safeguards would be too, but her precious hypothesis had ended her up with precisely zilch. It was so frustrating!
In fact, she’s so frustrated, it takes her a moment to remember dweeb murder is still frowned upon and that she has been grinding Ben’s face down for a real long time.
Jumping back like she’s been shocked; Gwen’s eyes widen as she covers her mouth at the realization of what she’s been doing. Beyond appalled to have lost control of herself like that and more than a little relieved to see Ben still breathing—if his several retches were anything to go by.
“*cough* cough* "Aw ewwww. *cough* I think I swallowed some.”
Gwen’s ears burn as warm relief fills her body. “W-Well, that’s good! You… You need to suck it up and… swallow all right!”’
Bens looks at Gwen like’s she grown a second head. “What mud?” The boy already bouncing back from his brief brush-up with land-drowning to be annoying again. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had gotten a mouthful of mud from some jerk—even if it was the first time a girl had done it, embarrassing as it was to admit.
—Not that Gwen knew that. At least, not in the moment. If she was thinking clearly, she would’ve easily figured Ben and his big mouth would’ve gotten himself in trouble just like this. More than anything she just wanted to move past it, as much as she did want to just say call this whole thing off and say sorry.
"Hhyah" Ben yawns. “Ugh, can’t we just call it quits already and pick this up tomorrow? They’re doing a marathon tomorrow morning and I don’t wanna miss it.”
Ben rests his chin on the side of his watched wrist as he lazily bats his eyes. “Or would that be today morning… *yawn* what time is it any…way…”
Gwen’s eyes go as big as saucers. She couldn’t believe her cousin. Here she was. worried for his safety and here he was still worried about his stupid Sumo Slammers! She was darn near close to getting on her knees to apologize—and he just wanted to catch some Z’s!?!
“You…! You…! Idiot!”
Gwen goes to kick him again. Her foot aimed dead-on right at his big stupid, dumb face. Her footing lost along with her temper as she trips in the muck and her foot slams down on the Watch’s face instead.
Whatever chance Gwen had to catch herself is lost in the flashbang of green that blows up in her face. She falls backward right on her ‘bony behind,’ as Ben had once called it. Forget her shoes, now her whole outfit was ruined!
Hand rubbing at the sore spot where she landed, Gwen was already raring’ to get back at Ben for that one. Oooo, by the time she was done with his collection he’d be lucky to have enough pulp left over to make paper mache!
But when see open her eyes, all ready to lay into Ben, who else does she see but Ben… as Wildmutt.
“Tch! Oh, so now you feel like cooperating!? Too late now dweeb! You can kiss your precious cards goodbye now!”
Wildmutt’s verbose response is to stare forward at her blankly—well at least as much as one could stare as a creature that didn’t have eyes. He tilts his head as if kinda registering what she’s saying, but otherwise, 'Ben' has nothing to say for himself.
But that makes Gwen only more upset. She was so past the point of allowing him the right to remain silent.
“Oh, What? You’re playing dumb now? You’re so stupid you don’t even know you’re already a master at it?”
Whatever reaction Gwen expected out of her dog-cousin, leaning back to sit on his haunches and scratch at the start of his nostril-gills with his hind leg was not it. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was arguing with an actual dog.
If only. Maybe if Ben had at least the brains of a dog, she might finally be able to get her message across!
“Grrr! Say something already will you! I didn’t train you to growl the alphabet for you to keep grunting like some neanderthal you—you, cro-magnon dolt!”
Gwen brings her point on home with a splash of mud right in Ben’s stupid mutt face. An act the cements her position as the one in the doghouse here.
For what it was worth, Wildmutt’s attention wasn’t even on the strange mammalian before it. The alien was far more interested in the bizarre environment it found itself in. Even as a creature that spend its life cycle in the caves beneath planet Vulpin’s surface, it knew in its bones this was not its home. Even through its smell-vision it could tell. This place was far warmer, and from brief initial impressions seemed… peaceful. Pricking up its enhanced cochlea, it heard not one hint of the incessant sound of miners spelunking or machine drone screeching. It was a veritable den-sanctuary the likes of which only the packmate elders spoke of. Of times their own elders howled of when they were but pups in troop, and there was no such thing as invaders from on high...
Invaders just as annoying as the young female before him, if her attempt to rile him were anything to go by.
Wildmutt bristles as the mud strikes him. It knew a challenge when it hit it in the face, just as it was hitting Gwen that this was the first time Ben had gone through a transformation while ready to pass out.
As well as just how much of a heavy sleeper her cousin could be.
“Uh… Ben?” Gwen offers lamely and Wildmutt roars back in kind. Claw raised ready to attack. Oh yeah, this was so not Ben.
“Eeekk!” Gwen yelps. The ginger falling back into the nick of time for Wildmutt’s slash to miss out on making cold cuts out of her. God, just the whoosh of air it sent off from its strike enough to blow her hair back! Her outfit was all-soaked now and she could not begin to care less.
Gwen flips onto all fours and desperately tries to scurry away. The preteen unable to make it far however as, before she even gets her other foot out of the muck, Wildmutt is on her. It snatches her arm in one meaty paw hard enough she could feel it start to yanked out of her socket!
“Gah ahh! Let-Let go!”
Wildmutt howls as it gives the preteen exactly what she was asking for. Its forepaw may be gangly, but it was packed with power, and it had no reservations about showing them off. Why should the Primate-Canidae? She started it.
“Hroooagh!”
Wildmutt sends Gwen flying. Whipping the 90-pound ginger girl as easily as a ball, the beast sends her packing toward a tree. Her spine hitting the bark so hard the impact she makes chops into the trunk and send wood-chips flying!
“Gyaaah!” Gwen cries out. She had seen a plethora of bad guys take a hit from one of Ben’s aliens and only now does she understand what that must feel like. She is bowled over folded back against the breadth of tree! And the ground she collapses down onto is not any bit softer.
Gwen’s body instinctively tries to curl into itself and the harsh pain her back rings out doesn’t waste time letting her know just how bad an idea that was. She was not getting back up any time soon, and that’s before Wildmutt comes back for part 2… of Round 1.
Palming the back of Gwen’s skull like a basketball, the Vulplinmancer shoves the female challenger’s face into the dirt and grinds her down deeper. Cementing her place in this pack hierarchy and letting her know just where she belonged. Her cute button nose forcibly cracked as any prospect of escape is fractured and buried beyond repair.
“Hugnh! Gah!" Gwen manages to muffle out through the dirt, asher arms weakly flail and blood drips down her face. Wildmutt just pulls its black lips back in a sneer. The beast had never been tried to be taken on by such a weak rival before. Even the most ornery of whelps knew better than to try something against a top dog like him. It could smell that this runt was scarcely starting to mature—but still, a challenge was a challenge. It could not allow such an affront to its dominance stand. And as a creature in perpetual heat, it knew exactly how to do fix that.
Content to leave the feeble female a moment to literally breathe, Wildmutt moves its paw from the back of Gwen’s head to the back of her cute cat shirt and rips into it like so much wrapping paper. Its paw-pads touching down on the smooth side of length of her as it claws only "lightly" scrape her.
As Gwen spasms, the beast too is taken back. It had never felt such softness before. There was nothing on the frigid wastes of Vulpin that compared to the suppleness of Gwen’s tight little teenage body, even among its own kind—just as there was nothing Gwen could compare to the fear of her skin about to flayed.
Forgetting the pain of her possibly broken bones, Gwen arches back from the pain and screams. The alien dog hadn’t even broken the skin yet and already she was a mess.
“B-Ben! Ben! Wake up! Please! Wake up!!" She begs. "I-I was just joking about your cards! You can have them back! You can have them ba—!”
“Grooaaaah!” Wildmutt howls, cutting her off. If the mammalian wanted to scream it would give her something to scream about.
Shoving Gwen roughly down, the alien makes quick work of rear. Splitting her tights in its claws to expose her cheeks, Wildmutt presses its thick sheathe against her and grinds. Its red rocket jutting out of its hood like the lipstick Gwen was too young to use as the alien dog smears pre-cum along her perky, little ass. Slick virility seeping into the crack of the young girl’s crack as Wildmutt grows even stiffer and longer from the stimulation. However good and soft the whelp felt in its clutches, she felt even better on the pooch's prick.
Gwen’s irises turn into pinpricks. It didn’t take a genius to see where this was going, and it was a good thing too cause Gwen has gone stupid scared. While Ben really was just a little kid, she was old enough to know better. She knew all about the birds, bees and high seas, and right now it wasn’t doing her one lick of good. Just holding hands with a boy would have been putting her in over her head, and here she was feeling about six feet deep in the Mariana Trench. Nowhere to go but down, down, down. Her thundering heart sinking like a stone as she is torn irreparably between the rock and the hard place. She didn't what was worse; the prospect of having to know she lost herself to her dork cousin, or getting molested by this mangy creature from another world.
Cause make no mistake, Wildmutt was on the preteen like a dog on a bone. Its paw digits were just a nimble as any human’s and they were making light work of Gwen’s torso through her tattered clothes. Her mosquito bite of a chest all but swallowed up in the hot grip of the beast.
The feeling sends heated chills all along Gwen’s spine. As mortifying as it would have been to go shopping for a training bra with her grandpa and cousin, Gwen would have absolutely killed for even that measly extra layer of protection now. Her shirt was in so many pieces it's not long before it's finally forced to give up the game and just slip through Wildmutt’s mitts. Her cutting-board chest left utterly exposed in the nippy midsummer night air in between moments of being subsumed in furry paw-soles and Ben's own want.
Hanging forward in this hunched position gives Gwen’s tiny tits the edge to droop slightly and hang down and Wildmutt samples it for all the measly, little things are worth. Even discounting the breeze, the cold chokehold on Gwen was enough to send her nipples hard and on edge. The whole of her body going goose-pimpled when the claws make their way back in to play.
“Gah—haaa!”
The sting is so bad it's a struggle for Gwen to so much as keep her eyes open. Through gritted teeth and winces, the redhead has no choice but to sit back and take her first brush with being forcibly groped. Areolas circled right round and around, her tender teats feel close to coming pierced by Wildmutt’s claws. The possibility he will draw blood and just out and out kill her is all too real, and it keeps the normally spunky girl locked in her body and the moment tighter than any vice. The last thing she wants is to upset Ben’s alien form anymore, and it is a tension that will pay her back all too quickly when the hound mounting her makes good on all this pawing at her flesh.
It was enough to make spittle drip down the dog’s chops and matte up the poor girl’s hair. Wildmutt was through playing around with its living chew toy and was ready to get sinking its teeth in. Its full-mast doggy dick was rarin’ to go to make one big mess of Gwen and no wait one moment longer. Fully committed to marking her as his territory if it was the last thing this transformation did.
The tear in Gwen’s tights stretches so far it is no problem at all for the alien’s member to master finding its new home. Poking and prodding against plain, white cotton panties, the beast pushes them aside to slide up against tender exposed folds, sink in and finally break ground, breaking Gwen for anyone else—forever.
Gwen goes stark white, stark-raving mad. All at once she feels the brunt of Ben’s cockhead broach her and it sends up on her toes and squeeing into the sky. Like being blind sighted by a sock to the stomach, alien dog dick punching her in the guts takes her all the way out. The painful ripping of her hymen is just one sensation in the messy myriad of emotions coming at her from her forceful rape. All there is left to go is all the rest of Wildmutt.
Its Gwen’s turn now to drool. Her loudmouth in synch with her snatch as they both spill and leak juices onto the craggy dirt below. Her jaw had snapped shut so tight it's a miracle she didn’t chop off her tongue. Why not! It's not like she would have noticed with all the rest of the battering her body is taking!
Cuz Wildmutt is every bit of its namesake and then some. She feels suffocated by the thing hanging over and rutting her—subsumed by all this bright fur and weight squishing her. The thing's reek is an all-out assault on her nose, clouding up her mind. It's like everything about her is being swallowed up by the beast, and yet all it wants of her is even more and more.
Just a quarter in past the mongrel's flared head takes Gwen one hundred percent out for the count. If given the slightest inch there was no doubt she would have passed out like Ben had, but there are still so many more inches of outer space schlong to go, and it's not gonna be satisfied till it's trained her to take every last one of them. Every hit of dick is another thing keeping the light's on, even as it becomes lights out for her.
The tension in Gwen's doggy form makes it a struggle but it's one Ben is more than well-equipped to win out on. Even as her unyielding folds vainly try to keep him out, he just gets right back in and with more where that came from. Every inch fought for is another inch she is broken in for. She's so out of it by the end the punch-drunk girl's cunt has no choice but to seep and lube him up, but Ben's cock has been leaking pre this whole time, and it hasn't made penetrating her any bit easier.
He pounds at her so fast and so fierce her ass actually claps from the impact of being slammed into. All the pent-up frustration Ben's carried is thrown fuel onto the fire as Wildmutt takes it all out on his pain-in-the-ass cousin. It's taking all she's got just to remain on all fours but as she gets stretched out more and more, her arms turn to jelly and she has no choice but collapse. Face down and ass up, she is rutted by the beast in heat like the bitch in heat she is. Cuz damn it all if past all that fog inside her if there isn't a siren call telling her to admit defeat and breath all of her Ben in.
Gwen was a stubborn girl but even she has her limits. Wildmutt-Ben is just so much—too much for a girl her age. Back against the wall with her back is blown out, what hope does she have to not have everything she has blown away? The reality of sex runs her body over, flips her on her head and tears apart all misconceptions. She is straightened out strung-out on a hurricane of her cousin's dog-dick dicking her down, rearannging her guts— and here is not a thing she can do to deny it.
"Huouh! Hnug! Ha-HAH~!"
She can't refute it. No matter how much the lingering dregs of her remaining brain cells and dwindling sanity wants to, she can't. She just... can't. Even past the tears and the violation and the blood she's spilled herself from biting her lip so hard, deep down inside is her own core absolutely living for it. Her body's craving for more of her annoying brother of a cousin Ben...'s dick hits her like a drug. Love at first sight meeting stone-cold addiction to the first hit. It didn't matter what she told herself in the days to come. It wouldn't take long much before she was jonesing for more. And lucky for her, there is so much more where that came from.
As the wild mutt howls high and deep into the night his mate follows suit with him all the way to the moon and back. A cacophonic mix of dominant and submissive reverberating loud as the high-strung meets the low and guttural. Her open mouth "O" letting loose the truth she never could, even as she continues to deny saying it till Ben's wide-awake and ready to hear it.
Bottomed-out baby room opened wide and ripe for wild-Ben to come a knocking, Gwen's aching pussy is in for another rude awakening as the preteen gets reminded what made her cousin such a great... hero. He always had another trick in store. And this time it was his knot.
However much Gwen think she's full to burst, Ben remedies her of that as he stuffs her past the breaking point with his plump, fertile wad. Forcing all of himself past her spread out lips, ready to subsume every nook and cranny of her cunny as he plugs up and lodges in her. Nowhere for his seed to go but up, Gwen along for the ride on a ticket to infinty and beyond
Cross-eyed or not, Gwen sees night stars clear as day. Ben's hard-fought orgasm for her hits her with all the grace of a bull in a china shop. Her klutz of a cousin finally doing something right as he makes things all right between them.
The waves come at her so bad and so fast her slender body bucks in the wake of it. Her money maker shaking sensation the ticket for Ben to follow her lead as her rookie twerk-session delivers him a first-class top of the class finish. Milking him dry for every drop she can asproves she still hasn't learned her lesson.
But as always, Ben is the boy for the job. With one last savage pumping rut, the beast fucks her into the dirt hard enough to leave a crater to show where he's been before letting loose and teaching her what's up. Unloading barrage after barrage of potent spunk down deep in her cunt to mark her as his bitch. The alien broodmare packed to the brim to leave her tingling down to her toes with enough blood still to rush up to her cheeks.
"Haaa! HyAAh!"
It's enough to make her eyes flutter. Flying off the peak of pleasure Gwen feels Ben's cum subsume her insides with a full-bodied flood to cure the dry spell she didn't know she was carrying. The ginger girl's eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she rolls into sweet, sweet dreams on the back of her sweet, sweet alien mutt.
Knot still flared. There is nowhere for Ben's Wildmutt form to go. As a repository for genetic code, the Omnitrix stored ample charge for moments like this, leaving the two kids to their moment as Ben snuggles up and keeps her cousin warm, just as she does for his cock.
God know he'll need the rest, cuz Ben is gonna find himself in for one rude awakening when he wakes up in the morning. First thing and already Gwen is madder than him than she was last night, screaming at him from behind a bush for whatever reason to hurry up and get her a new change of clothes to make up for the skunk that ruined her old ones. Ben in no clear frame of mind to question further before she yells at him to hurry up and the boy gets a move on.
Gwen in for a long wait as Ben walks back to the RV in no hurry to get back at her whining. His dead watch leaving him ample time on this beautiful morning stroll for him to think of what other ways to get back at Gwen, as wells as the dwindling memory of the total babe he dreamt of last night.
It's funny, he never thought about it till just how cute redheads really could be.
Then again, who could blame him, with a cousin like his.