Ben 10 Porn Story: Shotgun Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ben 10 or any of its characters. Sad day.

I took some liberties with Big Chill’s baby situation, turning the egg-laying season to once a year. Simply for the purpose of the drabbles. Enjoy.

The High-Breed Didnt Come

Gwen leaned forward. Kevin seemed to be obliging. Just this once, maybe, just this once

Gwen, Im sorry, I cant. Kevin pulled back. II wanted to, but

No, its okay, Kevin, Gwen sighed. Im the one whos sorry. I shouldnt have done that, knowing how you feel

Kevin looked at her. His eyes, if possible, had more hurt in them than hers did. A lot of times I wish I could stop chasing after Ben. Youre my best friend, and I dont want to lose you anymore than I want to lose him.

Gwen sighed. You wont lose me, Kevin. I promise.

But Im afraid I might lose you.

Sleeping Beauty

You sure hell be okay? Hes not waking up. Kevin was frowning. Gwen rolled her eyes.

Is healways like this? the Magister asked, glancing over at Gwen.

About Ben? Usually.

Hey, if I kissed him right now, dyou think hed wake up? Kevin chuckled a little. His face hovered over Bens. Hes like Sleeping Beauty.

Gwen sighed. The Magister looked confused, and a little greenwell, greener than usual.

I dont understand, he said. Arent human males supposed to go after females?

Gwen shook her head. Not always. And when Ben is around, for Kevin, girls are not an option.

Smoothie Ben mumbled. Kevins face was inches from Bens, now.

Oh, Ill show you a smoothie

The magister scratched his head. All right, so hes after Ben. What does Ben think about all this?

Gwen smirked. He doesnt know.

Wellwhy not?

Ben stirred and his eyes began to open. He was waking up.

Oh, shit! Kevin jumped back, scrambling to his feet and far away from Ben as the other boy woke up. Gwen fixed the magister with a knowing look.

Because Kevins a coward.

Be Afraid, Very Afraid

Oi, frog-man. Can I have a private word with Mike here before you leave?

Everybody looked at Kevin. Then they looked at each other. Kevin took this as a yes and swung his arm around Mikes shoulders, leading him away from the others.

This should only take a second, he told them.

Then he faced Mike.

Yknow, man, bad things happen to people that try to hurt the love of my life.

Mike scoffed. Im not afraid of you, Levin. And in case you hadnt noticed, I never touched Gwen this time. So you can just run back to your little group and

Ohhh, I wasnt talking about Gwen. Kevin smirked. Mike looked confused. See, if you thought I was pissed about what you did to Gwenwell, lets just say that messing with Bengets an even uglier reaction. You can understand that, right?

As shocked as he was about this, Mike still sneered at Kevin. You cant do anything to me!

Its not about what I, personally, can do to you. Its about what I can have done to you. Mike looked startled, now. Kevin patted him on the shoulder. Ive got connections, man. Even where youre headed.

He led Mike back to the Magister, the poor bastard frozen in fear.

Looking Good

Kevin straightened his bowtie for the third time. It was really more about comfort than about the look of it. Having the thing around his neck just didnt feel right.

Although it had been pretty cute having Ben tie it right for him.

Do I have to go to this dance? he whined just as Ben came back in with another jar of pickles.

Munching on one, Ben replied, You do if you want to keep our cover. Which, by the way, was your idea.

Kevin straightened the bowtie. Again. Excuse me for not wanting Gwen to kill me for taking your virginity.

Oh, right, because pretending to have a crush on her wont make her want to kill you at all. Ben smirked.

Look, I just want to get to the dance, indulge her a little, and then get out. Can you try to be a little supportive?

I am being supportive! Ben countered. And dont yell at me!

Kevin sighed. Fine. Good luck kiss?

Ben smiled and stood up on tip-toes to kiss Kevin. Kevin grimaced as he pulled back.

You taste like pickles.

Ben glanced down at the pickle jar in his hand. Oh. Sorry.

Well Kevin sighed again. I better go out and get thatwhat was itcorsage? He began to head out the door. Ill find you later.

Right. Oh, and, Kevin?

Kevin turned around. Yeah?

Ben grinned. You look good.

Worry

Gwen was silent for the whole car ride. She pretended that it was because she was worried about Ben. Not that she wasnt, but

Kevin was entirely focused on getting to where Ben was. Hed already completely forgotten about the dance that they were missing. And that was what was worrying Gwen right now.

Ben had tied his bowtie for him, told him Gwens favorite flower, and given him advice. Not to mention that hed lent Kevin the tux. Those things by themselves didnt bother Gwen, but the way Kevin talked about them did. Hed lit up so happily telling her the things that Ben did for him.

No matter what, Ben was always the first thing on his mind.

Were almost there. Only a matter of time before we find Ben.

Gwen didnt reply.

Would you rather have been with him tonightinstead of me?

Birth Control

After dropping Gwen off, there was one thing Kevin had to do.

He knew Ben would be pacing the floor right now, agonizing over all the little details.

Wherere you going? Your house is the other way.

Kevin really didnt want to know how Gwen knew that. Yeah, I know. Im just goin to, uhcheck on Ben.

Gwen rolled her eyes. Dont tease him too much.

Righttease him Kevin only smirked in response. Then he went to Bens house where, as hed thought, the younger boy was pacing the floor.

That changed as soon as Kevin walked through the door, however.

Kevin! I blame you!

Yeah, hed expected that. Hey, what makes you think this is all my fault?

Whos fault is it, then? Because theres only one way to make babies, Kevin!

All right, all right. Kevin sat down on the bed. Im sorry. At least I managed to convince Gwen and Julie that all of those aliens lay eggs no matter what, right?

I guess so. Ben sighed, pouting. We justhave to be extra careful from now on. Condoms by themselves arent doing it. Then, completely serious, he added, Ill have to start taking birth control pills.

Kevin let out a huge snort of laughter. Ben gave him a disapproving glare.

Birth control pills? Are you serious?

I mean it, Levin. I will not be going through this every year.

Kevin shrugged. Fine. Ill go buy some before I go home. He stood up. Far as the drugstore guy knows, Im dating Gwen, anyway.

Ben batted his eyelashes. Thanks, honey.

Kevin rolled his eyes. Youre welcome, dear.

He shut the door behind him.

Mommy and Daddy

Ben was sixteen years old. He was starting to get a better handle on his powers, but there was one thing he hadnt gotten a handle on yet.

Big Chills little egg-laying ritual.

Granted, he hadnt actually had any opportunity to try and control it. According the Kevin, necrofriggians laid eggs only once a year.

But at least he didnt black out anymore. He figured that was because he didnt try to fight Big Chills habits like he had last year. But it was still nice to know what was going on.

Plus, he got to do more relaxing this time around. Why? Well, because Kevin was helping out, of course.

You need a man around the houseernest, Kevin had said, incurring the wrath of a mood-swinging Ben. He quickly declared that he had been joking, of course.

Now he was helping Ben pile huge chunks of metal onto the chosen nesting ground. Big Chill seemed to appreciate the help, and readily accepted Kevin as awell, father-figure.

Gwen and Julie on the other handnot so much.

The girls couldnt seem to figure out why Ben was attacking them and not Kevin. Kevin remained, as far as they knew, just as clueless.

Kevin wiped some sweat from his brow. Nests all covered up. When are these things gonna hatch, anyway?

Ben shrugged. In Big Chills truly fitting voice he answered, Not a clue.

They waited.

A few hours later, the eggs hatched. Big Chill morphed back into Ben, and he and Kevin watched the little aliens fly off together.

Aww, look at them. Our little freaks of nature, Kevin chuckled, putting an arm around Ben. Ben smiled, too.

Yeah. They are pretty cute. He smirked at Kevin. And youre not such a bad dad.

Im an even better husband. Kevin grinned and gave Ben a kiss. What dyou say wife? Wanna go home and make more alien babies?

Ben laughed and returned the kiss. Yeah, sure. Why not?

Needless to say, theyd be back again next year.

Taking After Daddy

Gwen stared in disbelief at the little alien. It had looked just like all of its other brothers and sisters when it hatched.

Kevin was sweating. Ben was turning bright red and trying very hard to hide his face.

You see, the second that the mini-necrofriggian touched the pile of metal that was its nest, its entire body became covered in the substance.

Gwen turned around, glaring particularly at Kevin.

They seem to take after a certain someone, dont they, Kevin?

Kevin grinned sheepishly. Uh, hehehthats my boy?

Ben groaned.

The little baby alien flew away, its metal coating glinting in the starlight.

Birth Control: Found Out

It was intervention time.

Gwen placed a bottle of pills on the table. I need you to explain this.

Ben stared at the table. The label on the bottle clearly indicated that they were birth control pills. He looked up at Gwen again.

UhI can explain that.

Gwens expression deadpanned. Thatskind of what I just said, Ben.

Ben sheepishly scratched the back of his head. Umright, yeah. Well, you see He paused. How did you find these, anyway?

Gwen sighed. Ben, dont change the subject!

Sorry, sorry! Ben waved his hands around. I just thought it mightyknow, stop Big Chill from having more alien babies. Id rather not go through that again. He folded his arms over his chest and pouted. But all theyre doing is giving me breasts.

Gwen blinked in surprise. Excuse me?

Oh, that reminds me! Ben lit up at once, having just remembering something obviously important. Gwen, can I borrow a couple of your bras?

Gwen just stared at him.

Having My Baby

Kevin blamed this whole thing on conscious knowledge. A clueless Ben equals only a slightly off-scale Ben. A Ben with conscious knowledge of everything going on equals a mood-swinging, pickle-gorging, completely off-scale Ben.

Keviiin, Im out of pickles! And wheres that ice cream I asked for an hour ago?

Kevin groaned. Gwens gone to get that! And how come you want to eat pickles with ice cream, anyway?

Ben came into the room, then, holding an empty pickle jar and frowning. I dont know! Being pregnant is weird! He paused. Am I actually pregnant? Because technically Big Chill is the one laying eggs He paused again. And then glared at Kevin. And Im still out of pickles!

Kevin shot up out of his seat. Okay, okay! Ill go get your pickles! He started to head for the door. Of course, he couldnt resist throwing out a final, Should I buy some Midol, too?

Ben threw the pickle jar at him.

Kevin left quickly.

Set three: END