Ben 10 Porn Story: Sorry Wrong Channel Ben Chapter 2
Sorry, Wrong Channel!
A Crossover fanfic by A J
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, but the plot is all mine.
Prequel Chapter 2
Just after Race Against Time:
The massive energy wave crashed over Bellwood like an avalanche, battering away all that was before.
Ben looked up from the ground where hed fallen. Nothing felt hurt, so whatever that was, it wasnt a bomb, at least not any hed run across yet. (Unfortunately, with the Omnitrix, Ben had run into way too much military and extraterrestrial ordinance for an eleven-year-old. Heck, hed seen too much ordinance for a Marine minesweeper.) Gwens slumped form was nearby, her back to him, and her winter coat flopping loose in the early December wind. Even as he was climbing up off the ground, she rolled over and opened her eyes.
One look at each other was all it took.
Aaaahh! Youre a RAT!! theybothscreamed at the same time.
Then, What?! They both looked down at themselves, and screamed again.
A passing Doberman Shepherd stopped to see what was going on, then asked them if they were all right.
Ben and Gwen screamed again at the talking dog, who appeared to be wearing a helmet.
Jeesh, sorry I asked, the passerby muttered, and ambled off. Gwen calmed down first, naturally, and gave Ben a wallop when he looked like he couldnt stop hyperventilating.
Calm down, Doofus! Look! She aimed one paw at the crowd that had slowly gathered around the screaming preteens. Ben gulped back a gasp at the sight of the gathered creatures around them. Mammalian, reptilian, some birds, even a couple of fish(!?!) were circled at the intersection. Just then, the cell phone in Gwens coat pocket went off.
Ring ring ring! Phone call, phone call! Gwen fought with her jacket a couple seconds, and the phone tumbled out. With minimal effort, she caught hold of the edge and flipped it open, then lay her head across it. He-hello?
Gwen? Oh, thank god! Gwendolyn Tennyson, where have you and Ben gotten off to? Her aunts voice rang out of the tiny cell, making her jump back.
Aunt Sandra? Gwen traded scared looks with Ben. Uh, we took a wrong turn coming out, thats all. Were on the far side of the mall, I think. By She looked at her cousin in desperation.
Pet Corner, Ben supplied with a nervous grin. Gwen repeated it, glaring at him, and told her aunt theyd meet Bens parents by their car. She hung up, pleading minutes, and stood back up, or at least she tried to. Four-footed, Gwen, Ben smirked, and took off without her. Gwen growled her frustration; obviously hed gotten too much practice as Wild Mutt. The altered mode of transportation didnt even phase him.
After sorting her paws out underneath her, she took a better look at the rest of her body. Was it her imagination, or was she lavender colored? Figuring she better find her way home first, she scampered after Ben with another growl.
Wrong Channel!
Max Tennyson sat up in his bunk. Something wasnt right, he could feel it in his ears. Shaking his head, he hopped out of bed, and fell flat on his back when he tried to stand upright. What on Earth? he started to wonder, when he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror on the back of the open bathroom door. The only reason he knew it was his right away was the confused expression it wore in its large brown eyes, which he remembered looking at last night when hed turned in. Looking up and out the window, he barked in surprise. It was apparently still last night, so he couldnt have slept long, after all.
Clambering to all four feet, he stumbled forward to get a better look at his altered self. Weird, he thought, cataloging details. He looked canine, almost foxlike, but the colors were all wrong. Black fur, graying around the muzzle and ears. Large golden rings shone in his fur at back and tail, and he could see the edge of another one between his ears on top of his head. The ears were long and straight, almost rabbitlike, and stood straight up in his current worried state. Curious now, he concentrated on just one of them, and tried to get it to turn, like a radar dish, and barked again when it worked. Ooookay, Im a dog. Not a normal one, either, he thought, looking around the rest of his RV home.
The Rustbucket II had changed around him as well. The fixtures hed been working on adding back into the new RV were all there, alien technology being unaffected by whatever had happened to him in his sleep. But the rest of his new (well, new to him, anyway; the insurance company hadnt been willing to replace a very used camper with the latest model, after all!) RV was apparently scaled to match his new physique. The ceiling was only two-thirds as high as he would have thought it should be given his new four-footed stature. Unless Im still as big as I was as a human? he pondered. He shelved that thought till he could get on the scale to check, and finished examining the main room first.
Everything else looked almost normal, merely scaled down to his new size or shape, like the drawers on everything being lower, with handles he could easily put a forepaw through or grab with his mouth. He hurried past that thought, not ready to dwell on some things yet. Walking to the front of the Rustbucket, he looked over the driving controls, and couldnt hold in another bark of amazement. The whole thing looked like it had been assembled by one of those custom handi-capable outfitters, with extra control handles on the steering wheel and shifter, and extending platforms added to the three pedals (he still preferred to drive a manual transmission) so he could work them from the seat with his considerably shorter hind legs.
Okay, that settles that. Whatever happened to me, happened to a whole lot more, or this kind of rig wouldnt even exist, he thought. Looking around more, he wondered if it was world-wide, then shuddered at the thought of such a wide-reaching reality shift. Oh, this could be bad. I better find out how the kids are taking things. Clambering into the drivers seat, he worked out the controls, turned the engine over, and carefully drove to Frank and Lilys house, hoping the whole way they were untouched by this whatever it was, but resigned to the worst, just in case.