Ben 10 Porn Story: The Expanded Adventures of Benjamin Tennyson Chapter 3

I do not own Ben 10, or
any of the characters that have already or will debut in the series.

Note: This project
ignores the events of Race Against Time

Secondary note: For
this project, benwolf is Howlrunner, benmummy is Underwraps, and
benviktor is Boltneck.

Mike
turned the fanboat around. This tour was over, and he couldnt be
happier. This was the last tour of the day, and, as always, it had
been full of annoying tourists. Tourists wanting their picture taken
with the alligators in the shot. Tourists messing around with his
boat. Stupid, annoying tourists. But, without the tourists, hed
have to get a normal job. Work in an office, wear a tie, all sorts
of nonsense like that. Much worse than his old job.

Hey,
whats that? Is it some kind of gator?

Mike
turned, fully expecting to have to explain how much that log looked
like a gator. Instead, he himself was caught off-guard by what he
saw. It looked vaguely like a gator, in that it was covered in
green-brown scales. However, the nose was too short, the legs too
long, and there was no tail. But perhaps the biggest difference
between it and the gators that populated the swamp was that the
creature was running at them on two legs.

The
creature turned to the boat, and Mike realized that one of the
tourists had taken its picture. It roared, and then its chest came
up and forward. It opened its mouth and vomited a spray of sludge
all over the fanboat and its passengers. Mike wiped the sludge out
of his eyes in time to see the monster slip into the water and swim
away. This was bad. If the monster was what he thought it was, he
would need help. And he knew just the former colleague to call.

Ben
10

Swampland
Showdown

Its
a swamp.

Ben
didnt look happy. Granted, he hadnt had the best of days
yesterday. Volcanus, Sixsix and Krabb had attacked him, and theyd
made a fool out of him. Gwen had needed to sneak into their ship and
smuggle him out while the three of them had fought over who got to
give Ben to Vilgax. So, it was a little understandable that he was
grumpy. But, the situation still needed explaining, Max decided.

Its
not just any swamp, its the Everglades. And were here on
Plumber business.

Ben
perked up immediately at the mention of the Plumbers. Max had once
been a Plumber, and still had a fair amount of technology from his
time with them. Since the beginning of this summer, when Ben found
the Omnitrix, he had been thrust into the alien-battling world of the
Plumbers with Gwen and Max. Any Plumber business promised
excitement.

So,
what is it? Some kind of alien monstrosity running loose through the
swamp, killing gators?

There
are no reports yet on whether or not its killed anything, but,
yes, there is an alien running loose in the Everglades. Mike will
explain when we meet him.

Ben sat
back, infinitely happier than he had been a minute ago. There was
Plumber business afoot. Nothing was better than Plumber business.

Max
pulled up to a run-down building on the edge of the swamp. A man a
few years older than him was sitting on a chair in front of the
building. He perked up when he saw Max get out of the Rust Bucket.

Max,
you old dog! Come here!

Mike!
Its been a long time, hasnt it?

Gwen and
Ben watched their grandfather hugging a total stranger. It wasnt
the most surprising thing theyd seen; the idea that anything about
Max could surprise them had long since faded from their minds. It
was just weird. The guy looked so normal.
Nothing to suggest that he used to be knee-deep in alien affairs.

So,
these must be those grandkids you told me about, eh? Lets hope
they can take a bit of the old excitement.

Hey,
weve handled plenty of excitement this summer, you old –
ow!

Ben
jumped, grabbing his left foot while Gwen smiled sweetly. Behind
Mike, Max shook his head. Back to business as usual with the kids.
Once Mike finished introducing himself, he got immediately to the
point.

What
are we looking at, Mike?

Well, I
dont much know myself. Never seen anything like it. Got a
picture, though. One of the tourists snapped it before the thing
threw up on us and skedaddled.

Wait,
it throws up? Thats its big attack? Thats lame. I could take
it, no problem.

You?
Youre a little small for that, dont you think?

It was
then that Ben remembered. This guy had no idea that he had the
Omnitrix. He didnt know that Ben had that kind of power. He only
knew that Ben was a little scrawny for his age. Just
perfect. Now Ive got to be all stealthy when I try to go hero.

Come
on. I can show you where I found the thing.

Ben
hunched down in the fanboat as Mike navigated the swamp. This was
getting boring. Nothing but looking at rotting trees and sluggish
lizards. When was this going to get exciting? He began
contemplating throwing himself out and leaving his fate to the mercy
of the gators when the boat began to slow, and then stop. Mike got
out and began to walk through the sludgy water. Everyone got out and
followed.

It was
about here. We could have gotten past it no problem, but some stupid
tourist had to snap a picture. Riled it something fierce.

So,
where do you think it went?

South
or south-east, one of the two. Thats the only way it could have
gotten out of this little area here. I say we head down this way and
see if we can find its lair.

Mike
turned to go get the boat. Before he could get there, the water in
front of him exploded, and the alien sprang up. Bens first
impression was of the Swamp Beast out of that old monster movie hed
found in his parents movie cabinet. It was the same color, same
skin texture, even about the same shape. Only problem was, it was at
least a foot taller than the creature in the movie.

He shook
his head. This thing was going berserk in front of him, and all he
could think about was old movies? He activated the Omnitrix,
twisting the dial until he saw Ripjaws silhouette in the green
diamond. The aquatic alien would be right at home in this place. He
pressed the dial in, there was a flash of green light and Heat
Blast resolved himself out of the light.

Aw,
come on! Cant we get this right once in a while?

No time
to complain, Ben. Mike needs help.

Heat
Blast nodded and charged in. Since Mike was so close to the swamp
alien, he couldnt just start shooting fireballs. He had to split
them up somehow. Channeling the heat into his hands, Heat Blast
grabbed the other alien by the arms. It howled, letting go of Mike
to take a swing at him.

Heat
Blast was knocked flying by the other alien, crashing into a tree and
sliding onto one of the few patches of ground in the area. Okay,
its stronger than I thought. But, its not near anyone now, so
. . .

Time
for a barbeque!

With
these words, he unleashed a stream of fire at the swamp alien, only
to have it dive under the water. Undeterred, Heat Blast directed his
flames into the water, boiling parts of the swamp instantaneously.
As he was cooking the water in front of himself, Heat Blast didnt
notice the alien coming up to his right. He did notice, however,
when it spewed sludge all over him, dousing his firepower.

Gross!
He just puked on me!

Ben,
look out!

Heat
Blast turned to Gwen as she shouted, and as such was caught unawares
when the alien punched him in the head. He went sprawling into the
swamp, sinking under the water and into the bliss of unconsciousness.

Ben woke
up coughing. He was in Mikes boat, soaking wet, and back to being
Ben again. He tried to sit up, but was sent back down by Maxs
hands on his shoulders.

Stay
down, Ben. You almost drowned back there.

Couldnt,
cough tell.

Ben
looked around the boat. Gwen was sitting in the front, hunched over.
When she saw Ben starting to sit up, she leapt over to hug him.
Before Ben could get past the surprise, she released him, hauled off,
and slapped him across the face.

Ow!
What was that for?

Dont
you ever scare me like
that again! Do you hear me?

Whoa,
Gwen, its starting to sound like you like me. I kind of like the
change.

Before
Gwen could fire off a retort, Mike came slogging over. He was
carrying some sort of device that Ben couldnt recognize, although
he was pretty sure it was some kind of Plumber tool. Mike put it
into the boat, and then followed it.

So,
Max, when were you going to tell me about your secret weapon here?

Well,
Mike, its just-

Mike held
up a hand.

No
worries. I would have done the same thing in your position. Ive
actually been following your exploits over this summer. Thats how
I knew youd be in the area.

Wait,
you knew this whole time that I had the Omnitrix, and you just
treated me like a little-

Hold on
there, son. If I acted like I knew, your grandfather here would get
mighty suspicious of me calling him for help. By acting the fool, I
got one more good look at this thing.

Everyone
perked up when he said the last bit.

So,
Mike, what do you think it is that were up against?

If I
had to guess, Id say its an Arkillian. Only problem is, its
got to be some kind of mutation in the species. No Arkillian is that
nasty, or that strong. Plus, normal Arkillians cant puke up swamp
sludge.

A
mutant Arkillian? Could this be the fallout from Drooges
experiments? I remember he had a lab near here.

Wait a
minute. Whos Drooge, and whats an Arkillian?

I keep
forgetting the kids werent around for the good old days. Come on,
Ill show you.

Theres
nothing here.

Ben was
looking at a patch of swampland, no different than any other patch
theyd passed on their way here. Behind him, both Mike and Max
chuckled.

Well,
of course theres nothing aboveground.
Drooge hated swamps. Only set up in this area because he thought no
one would look for him here.

Getting
out of the boat, Mike walked over to a tree and fiddled around inside
it. Getting a grip on something, he twisted his hand, and a portion
of the swampland around the tree sunk into stairs. Max got out of
the boat, followed by an amazed Ben and Gwen. Mike followed the
group down after he got his hand out of the tree.

The area
at the end of the stairs stank of the swamp; obviously, Drooges
protections against the environment had broken in the years since
hed been sent away. As Ben and Gwen looked around with wide-eyed
wonder, Mike began to give them a little history.

Now,
Drooge was . . . well, we actually never found out what precisely
Drooge was. We do know that he was a master geneticist, who wanted
to make super-soldiers to conquer any environment. Were coming up
on the base template now . . . ah, here he is.

The alien
in the containment tank was easily eight feet tall. It was
well-muscled, but still wiry. Its tail curled up in the bottom of
the tank, measuring a good two feet longer than the rangy legs. Its
triangular head was rested on its chest. One three-fingered hand was
curled into a fist; the other was unclenched. All in all, something
you didnt want to see walking around. Mike patted the tank.

This is
Xcznkt. Serial killer on Arcturus Major. Must have gotten
hundreds before they actually caught him. Psychically lobotomized as
punishment. Well, Drooge found this an otherwise perfect specimen,
bought him, and put him in this tank, taking blood when he needed.
See, with this blood, he could induce superior strength in his test
subjects.

Wow.
Think I can get a sample?

Dont
even think about it. The eagerness to kill was hardwired into his
DNA. Its why the Arkillian mutant is so nasty. Drooge found this
out after his first few test subjects. Tried marketing them as
terror weapons after that. We caught him when he started testing on
humans. Shipped him off to a prison planet. We thought we got all
his pets, too. Lets see if we can find more about the one were
fighting in the computers.

Ben was
sitting down, looking at the soupy mess that the lower levels of the
lab had become. Max and Mike were going through the computer, trying
to find any information on the mutant alien, while Gwen was poking
around some of the equipment. This was getting boring again. He was
about to complain when Gwen shrieked.

Gwen!

Ben got
up and rushed towards the sound of the scream. He got there to find
Gwen staring down the swamp alien. It looked furious. Ben knew he
had to fight it into submission. Four Arms
should be strong enough to fight it off. Ben
activated the Omnitrix, there was a flash of light and Ripjaws
stood staring down the other alien.

Oh,
yeah. Now I get
Ripjaws. Just freaking gre-

The swamp
alien bull-rushed him, knocking him backwards. Ripjaws caught a
flash of Max and Mike running towards the swamp alien. He tried
waving them off, but there was something wrong with his arms; they
just werent working right. He was still trying to get them to
work when he hit the water. Untangling himself, he shot downwards,
hoping to get momentum for a leaping attack. Before he could turn
around, he heard a splash behind him; the other alien had followed
him in.

Ripjaws
reversed course and shot at the swamp alien. He hit it jaws first,
biting down as hard as he could. The other alien shrieked, although
the sound didnt carry as well underwater. It tried to land a
hammer blow to Ripjaws head, but his position on its body made
that a hard thing; it was an awkward angle to swing at. Still
shrieking, the swamp alien swam for the surface, dragging Ripjaws
with it. He let go before the other alien pulled him out of the
water, but followed it as soon as it made its target clear.

Max
grabbed Gwen out of the way as the swamp alien swung a piledriver
fist at her. Ripjaws grabbed it by the leg with his mouth, worrying
it like a dog with a bone. The swamp alien smashed him on the head,
stunning him long enough for it to get its leg out of his mouth. The
alien let out a roar, and then puffed up its chest. Before Ripjaws
could get out of the way, the swamp alien spewed sludge all over him.

Aw,
gross!

Not
now, Ben! Stop that thing!

Ripjaws
stood up, wiping some of the stuff out of his eyes. The swamp alien
was going berserk, smashing consoles and tearing out panels. Before
he could charge in, the Omnitrix started beeping.

No, not
now! Come, flash on!

The alien
turned at the flash, seeing Ben as a human. It roared and rushed
him, grabbing him by the wrist. Ben heard a muted beeping come from
his wrist, and knew precisely what it meant; the Omnitrix had
acquired the psychotic monsters DNA, and had consequently reset
itself. Now, if only he could get it to let go of his arm . . .

Gwen
provided that distraction. Raising her hand, she called a hurricane
to blast the swamp alien. Raising its arms to shield its face, it
let go of Ben. Rolling out of the way, he spun the dial until he
found an alien he liked, and then pressed the dial down.

Another
green flash and Four Arms came charging into battle. He hit the
swamp alien with both left arms at once. It rocked backwards, but
didnt fall. Its return blow knocked Four Arms on his butt.

So,
youre strong too, huh? Knockdown brawl!

With
that, he began flailing wildly, hitting the swamp alien with as many
blows as he could deliver. It was too busy to do anything other than
defend, and that was when Max took his shot. Aiming carefully, he
shot a lance of light into the creatures back. It roared again,
and then collapsed.

Ben
watched as the ship took off. Mike had called in the favor, and some
aliens had taken the swamp alien with them. Hopefully, they were
going to dump it on some uninhabited planet and leave it there, but
he wasnt sure. Now, it was time to say goodbye.

Well,
it was nice to meet you, even if you are old.

BEN!

No
harm, little missie. Hes honest, and theres nothing wrong with
that. Now, take care of yourselves, and dont get into too much
trouble, yhear?

They
assured him that they did, but there could be no guarantees. They
were Tennysons, after all.