Ben 10 Porn Story: The Expanded Adventures of Benjamin Tennyson Chapter 4

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, Ben 10 Versus
Negative 10. Goodbye and Good Riddance and Ben 10: Alien
Force. I have other plans for Ben, Gwen, Charmcaster, Animo, and
all the others.

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

On the subject of
benviktor: Im not calling him benviktor because thats just a
placeholder name that was assigned to him because the creators
decided that none of the monster aliens were going to be used after
the one story arc(the benmummy appearance in Season 4 doesnt count
because the creators have said that the episode he appeared in
doesnt count in the storyline). Anyway, I had to come up with a
name, and I bounced the names off my little cousin, who picked
Boltneck. I never thought of Frankenvolt, mostly because I already
named the Megawatt ThunderVolt(now, praise be that the second future
episode doesnt count, since that means I dont have to use their
kinda crappy name for it). Anyway, thats a little insight into my
twisted, diseased mind for ya.

Sorry this chapters
so late. Job hunt, deaths in the families, professionally mourning
for some well-hated SOB and a couple of other unpopular people here
in the middle of nowhere. Busy, busy, busy.

Everything
about her said that she was angry. Her walk, her expression,
everything. It was Xanders job to keep her in line, but all that
meant was keeping her happy. And right now, he was failing at his
job.

Look,
all we need is for you to do this show. Its the end of the tour,
you can go home, rest up for a while, and then-

She
raised a hand and stopped walking. Xander stopped too; this response
had been drilled into him by the record company. Whatever Gothika
wants, she gets. Put up with her temper tantrums, deal with her
problems, do whatever she wants. No questions.

Its
not the tour, lackey. Its . . . its a family thing. I heard
one of my dads old enemies was in town, and I want one of his
traveling companions here. Tonight. Ill give you his name, you
take care of the details. Got it?

Yes, of
course. But, this isnt going to be like Phoenix, is it?

He hoped
that nothing would ever be like Phoenix. What had happened had made
Gothika very angry, and hed taken the brunt of that anger. Never
mind that it was her fault; she had thrown a fit. He just had to
keep her from doing that.

Im
not going to kill them, if thats what you mean. Ive just got a
little surprise in store for him. Now, bring me a Tennyson.

Ben
10

Wreck
and Roll

Ben was
in the middle of a nap when the sound woke him up. It was squealing. Someone in the Rust Bucket was squealing. Only one of the people
that was usually in the Rust Bucket squealed. Groaning, he pulled
the pillow out from under his head and threw it at Gwen.

Do you
mind? Im trying to take a nap here.

Gwen
ignored Ben, turning to Max instead.

Please,
can I go? Please, please, please?

What is
she talking about? Can she go to what?

Gwen
shook her head, as though Ben should have known what she wanted to go
to. Ben scowled at her in response. Max, as he usually did, stepped
in to mediate.

Gwen
won tickets to a concert playing here in Cleveland.

Ugh. What washed-up pop diva are you so eager to see this time?

Shes
not washed-up! She couldnt be more popular right now!

Whatever. Who is it that Im not going to see?

Gothika.

This
stopped Ben immediately, but the shock quickly wore off, to be
replaced by incredulity.

Wait,
you listen to Gothika? Since when?

Thats
none of your business.

Oh,
man. You only started paying attention to her after the thing in
Phoenix, didnt you?

What
thing in Phoenix?

Nothing,
Gran-

She
twisted a birds head off on-stage in Phoenix. It got played on
all the news networks for a couple weeks. She got in a lot of
trouble for that.

Max
looked at Ben, trying to determine whether or not he was lying. When
he was done, he looked at Gwen.

Is this
true, Gwen?

She
apologized and everything. Paid a huge fine and-

I see. You know, your parents would be very angry with me if I let you go to
something like that.

They
dont need to know! Besides, if I dont go, someone will end up
scalping the tickets. You dont want someone to break the law over
this, do you?

Thats
a pretty slim reason for me to let you go to this. I dont think
youll be going, Gwen.

Gwen made
an arcane sign with her hands behind her back. A little twinkle
flashed in her eyes, and then mimicked itself in Maxs eyes.

Please,
Grandpa Max? Please can I go to the Gothika concert?

Sure,
Gwen. What time is it?

WHAT!? You cant be serious, Grandpa! Gothikas a-

He said
I could go, Ben. Isnt that good enough for you?

Ben
scowled at her. Hed seen enough to have a pretty good idea of how
Gwen had gotten her concert, and he didnt like the idea. However,
if it worked the way he thought it did, arguing would only serve to
mess up Maxs mind. Crossing his arms, he rolled over to stare at
the wall.

Youre
not seriously going out like that,
are you?

Ben was
staring at Gwen. His normally killjoy of a cousin was dressed head
to toe in black. Shed added a few leather armbands, and even a
dog collar, set with gleaming metal spikes. Shed even spiked her
hair and streaked it with black.

Oh,
come on. I cant go in my regular clothes. I wouldnt fit in
like that. What do you think?

I think
your dad would kill Grandpa if he knew you went to this concert
dressed like that. Just like Grandpa would kill you if he knew you
messed with his head using magic.

Wh-what
are you talking about? I didnt-

Right,
so the finger-waving and the flash in your eyes just happens
normally? I dont think so.

Gwen
glanced around to see if Max was behind her, and then turned back to
Ben, her eyes looking a little frantic.

You
cant tell him about this! Hed-

Im
not going to tell him. You
are. Now.

Do you
have any idea what hell do to me if he finds out that I-

Right
now, youre up there with Charmcaster and Hex. I get grief from
you about using the Omnitrix for personal reasons, and now youve
just shown me that I shouldnt listen to you.

How
dare you compare me to Charmcaster? She-

Doesnt
care what effect her magic has on others, just like you. You just
havent gotten to the property damage level yet. This isnt the
first time, either. Just the first time you did it to him.

Ill
tell him after the concert, all right? That way, everyone wins.

No,
youll tell him when he gets back in the Rust Bucket.

Wholl
tell me what now?

Gwen
stiffened at Maxs voice. Ben smirked a little, though not enough
to get Maxs attention.

Yeah,
Grandpa, Gwen has something she wants to say to you. Dont you,
Gwen?

Gwen
opened her mouth, but a loud explosion cut her off. Ben and Max
rushed outside just in time to see a fireball shoot up about a mile
away. Ben activated the Omnitrix, and was racing away as XLR8 in
mere seconds. Gwen watched as the blue-black streak shot towards the
source of the fire. Max jumped into the Rust Bucket while Gwen let
out a sigh of relief. Ben would be too distracted by whatever had
set off the fireball to tell Max that shed clouded his mind.

All
hail Skinflint, the baddest brawler in all Ohio!

XLR8
stopped to take in what he was fighting. The guy looked like he was
made of rocks, some vaguely humanoid sculpture built by a caveman. And he was on fire. Blue flames wreathed his entire body, but it
didnt seem to concern him in the least. Raising his right hand,
he shot fire like a blowtorch at a mobile hot dog cart, sending the
likely owner running in panic. Judging by the wreckage, the police
had already tried and failed to stop him. Ive
gotta put out those flames. Then, hes not nearly as tough. I
hope. XLR8 turned his head when he heard
tires screeching. It was Max in the Rust Bucket. The rock guy,
Skinflint, took advantage of this distraction to shoot a blast at
XLR8.

Ben,
look out!

XLR8 shot
to the left, all the while praying that Skinflint couldnt actually
control the flames after he launched them. Fortunately, he didnt
seem to have that ability, and the flames shot harmlessly past. Looking around for something with which to fight the burning brawler,
he found himself next to a fire station. Thats
it! XLR8 skidded to a halt just inside, and
belatedly realized that seeing something just appear the way he did
whenever he stopped suddenly might frighten people. His faceplate
slid up, and he saw one of the firemen stagger to his feet. The
other two were just staring at him like he was some sort of boogeyman
escaped from a nightmare. Okay, that might
not have been the best way to come in here. However, he didnt have all that much time to make nice.

Grab a
hose, and follow me!

To their
credit, the firemen didnt hesitate to follow the order, and in
less than a minute they were carrying the hose to the nearest fire
hydrant. It took even less time to get the hose attached. During
this time, XLR8 had laid down the groundwork of what they would be
doing with the hose. Then, all he had to do was get out of the way
when the firemen turned on the hydrant, blasting Skinflint with a
large amount of water. He let the firemen spray for half a minute,
and then rocketed inward. He went low, knocking Skinflints legs
out from under him. Before he could do anything else, he heard that
familiar beeping noise that told him that he was a few seconds from
turning back into Ben, and that would be a bad thing if he was still
around Skinflint when he changed back. In order to avoid that, he
shot down the street, sliding into an alleyway just as the Omnitrix
timed out. All in all, not a bad job. Less butt-kicking that he
liked, but it still turned out better than some of his fights with
whatever the universe threw at him.

It was
hours later. Gwen was at her concert, and Ben and Max had just
finished dinner. More accurately, Max had finished dinner while Ben
had gagged over whatever lower life form Max had cooked this time. Ben stepped out for some air, thinking about how he was going to get
Gwen to tell Max that shed messed with his head. He normally
wasnt really responsible, but this was dangerous to both Max and
Gwen. He might get
severely brain-damaged, while she
might end up a rogue witch, like Charmcaster.

He
was still mulling over the problem when Max called him into the Rust
Bucket. Ben found him holding a CD case in his hand. One of Gwens
Gothika CDs, Ben noticed

Ben,
who is this on this CD?

I think
its Gothika. Why?

Max
didnt answer. Instead, he flicked a switch under the table. With
the activation of the switch, a section of the table popped up,
revealing one of the myriad pieces of Plumber tech hidden throughout
the Rust Bucket. This was a computer of some sort, although there
was no keyboard. Instead, it had what appeared to be a scanner. Bens guess was confirmed when Max put the CD case face-down onto
it, activating the device. In seconds, the image from the case had
loaded onto the screen.

Computer,
compare visual image to Subjects E-4625 to E-5219.

The image
of Gothika shrank into one of the corners of the screen. Images of
various beings Ben didnt recognize began flashing onto the screen. Before Ben could ask what Max was thinking, the stream of pictures
stopped. Ben got a good look at the image. It was a man who looked
very similar to Gothikas picture. Sure, his hair was blond
instead of metallic blue, and his eyes were less almond-shaped than
hers, but there were more than enough similarities.

So,
whats this supposed to mean, Grandpa?

It
means Gothika is related to an old Plumber enemy. All of a sudden,
Gwens winning that ticket doesnt seem all that innocent. Lets
go get her out of there before something happens.

So, who
was this guy, and what did he do to get on the Plumbers radar?

Max was
driving towards the convention center that was hosting the concert as
fast as he could without risking a cop pulling him over. As he
drove, he educated Ben about this former threat.

His
name is Mark Reterford, stage name Marky Marvelous. He was a
musician back in the late 60s. We got brought in after a few riots
happened after his shows for five concerts running.

That
doesnt mean anything. Riots happen after a lot of stuff. Sports
games, concerts, stuff like that.

But
Marky got the riots started. His guitar had a subsonic projector
that brainwashed anyone that listened to his live shows. After a few
encounters with him, we got him to turn over the guitar and the plans
for the projector. We stopped watching a few weeks after that.

And you
think Gothika wants payback for whatever you did to him forty years
ago?

If I
were her, I would. But lets just hope shes not like that.

The
convention center was deserted when they got there, which was
strange, considering that the concert would have ended only about
half an hour ago. Max pulled out a weapon from one of the secret
compartments that littered the Rust Bucket. Ben knew that he might
need to go hero, and was mentally sifting through his aliens, trying
to figure out which one would be best for this.

The
inside of the center was just as deserted as the outside. No one
cleaning up the mess left by the concertgoers, no merchants packing
up their T-shirt stands. No one at all. Max lead, with Ben
following as quietly as he could. They eventually reached the room
where the concert had been held, still without seeing anyone. Max
pressed his hand to the door, listened for a second, and then shoved
the door open.

There
were only two people in the room when Ben and Max burst in. Gwen was
one of them, sitting cross-legged on the stage, eyes closed. The
other was pale-skinned, with long hair dyed metallic blue. Tattoos
ran the length of her arms. She was Gothika, and she was strumming
on her guitar as she sat on the edge of the stage. She looked up
when she heard the door open, and a wicked smile blossomed on her
face.

Oh,
there you are. I was worried you might cut and run. Guess I dont
know you as well as I thought.

You
dont know me at all, but I know you, and all your little tricks.

And with
that, Max fired on the guitar. The strings evaporated from the heat
of the blast, while a huge hole blew open near the neck. Gothika
looked at the damage, shrugged, and tossed the ruined instrument
aside, still grinning.

Please. I can just buy another one. Isnt that right, Red?

Yes, it
is.

Ben
looked at Gwen. Her statement had been completely emotionless. She
opened her eyes, and both Ben and Max could see that they were
unfocused, as though she were in a trance. Max was confused.

But . .
. without the guitar . . .

Looks
like you dont know me as well as you thought. June of 69,
Palisades Arena. You tried to take Daddy out with your Alpha Beam
Projector. Shook him up enough that he surrendered the guitar and
the plans to you.

You had
someone hack the files? But, thats supposed to be impossible.

Yeah,
back when you made the files, maybe, but all your security has
seriously degraded by now. Anyway, you never followed up on Daddy
after his surrender. Shelved the Projector, too. Right?

What
does this have to do with my granddaughter?

The
Projector mutated Daddy. Not enough to turn him into a monster, but
his kids, on the other hand . . .

Ben was
sick of waiting for Gothika to finish her speech. He activated the
Omnitrix, depressed the dial . . . and turned into a tall, tan alien. Green light shone from cracks in the skin. His fingers were flat as
paper, and his head looked like an Egyptian headdress.

Underwraps? Oh, come o-

No time
to complain, Ben. Get Gwen out of here, now!

Underwraps
willed his fingers and arm to extend, and they shot out towards Gwen. Seconds before he could get hold of her, she opened her eyes and did
a somersault over the appendage, landing a few feet to the left. Balling up her fist, she swung it like a punch towards Underwraps. He almost laughed, until he saw the ruined guitar flying at him. He
pictured something hed seen the mummy alien do the first time hed
fought it. Focusing, he separated the tendrils that made up his
body, allowing the guitar to pass through him.

Red,
take it outside. I gotta have a talk with the old man.

Gwen
nodded, and then rushed Underwraps. Before he could re-separate his
body, she had grabbed him and was rushing him out the door. Either
she was enhancing herself with magic, or Underwraps was a literal
lightweight. Whatever reason it was, Gwen was dragging him through
the convention center, and he couldnt do much to stop her without
hurting her.

Max
turned his head back from watching one grandchild give the other one
the bums rush. Gothika was giggling.

Its
so cute, isnt it? You know, watching one of your own destroy the
other? Classic.

All
right, answer me. How are you controlling her?

Oh, I
guess I can tell you. I mean, I already know youve got bupkus by
way of gadgets to stop me. Your Projector messed with Daddys DNA. When he and my mom made me that got passed on. I now project
hypnotic subsonics through my skin. Cool, huh? And now, Im going
to use your granddaughter to destroy everything you ever cared about. And then, Ill kill you for making me into a freak.

And
what makes you think Ill let you do that?

Youre
right. Ill kill you now, and then destroy your family. More
feasible, now that I think about it.

How are
you going to kill me? Im the one with the weapon.

Aw,
man. Guess I didnt think about that. Man, it just makes me want
to scream.

As the
last word came out of her mouth, she dropped her jaw. A screech tore
out of her throat, a wall of sonic force that blew Max through the
back wall of the auditorium. It took him about a minute to get up. By the time he had, Gothika was about a foot away from him. She was
still grinning toothily, like this was just some kind of sick joke to
her. She opened her mouth to scream again, but her eyes suddenly
unfocused, and she collapsed next to Max. Max looked up to see a
bald man dressed entirely in black tucking a syringe into a pocket on
the inside of his leather jacket.

Max
Tennyson?

Well,
yeah, but-

Xander
Cruz, Metahuman Surveillance Division. Ive been watching Gothika
for years now, staging as one of her hanger-ons. Thanks to you, we
have the evidence we need to justify locking her up.

But,
what about my granddaughter? Shes-

Gothika
only projects when shes conscious. Your grandchildren will be
fine. Id advise you getting out of here before anyone else shows
up.

Max
nodded. He knew this drill, but this was the first time he was on
the receiving end of it. Picking himself up, he went to look for
Gwen and Ben. Hopefully, he could find them before anyone else
showed up. Less questions to answer, the better.