Ben 10 Porn Story: Seasons Chapter 1
disclaimer: I don’t own Ben 10/Alien Force or its characters.
Moving to brush her long blonde hair back behind her shoulders, a thirteen year old girl with big, emerald green eyes sighed as she moved to get out of the passengers side door of her mothers car.
Mom, I am a teenager now, you know, she said as she hopped down from the S.U.V., her backpack slung over one of her shoulders as she stepped on into the parking lot of her school.
Only just a teenager, her mother replied, brushing her own hair, which was long, but auburn rather than blonde, back behind her own shoulders. Your thirteenth birthday was only last week.
Still, the girl insisted, now with a roll of her eyes. You always tell me to have a good day at school and to be careful when I walk home. Ive been walking back home from school ever since last year, and Ive been walking with a group of friends, to boot. We only live like two blocks away and besides, today is the last day of the school, is it not? I think Ive earned your trust that Ill be safe.
It isnt you that I dont trust, Len, the redheaded woman said to her daughter in reply, before sighing and adding, But, alright, fine. Youve made your point, I suppose. Still, be uh watchful of your surroundings this afternoon.
Mom, Im not a little kid anymore
Shaking her head at her daughters stubbornness, Gwen Tennyson simply told her daughter to have a nice day after that, before pulling on out of the middle schools parking lot. True though it was that her baby girl was growing up before her eyes at an almost alarming rate, it didnt make her feel all the more willing to just let the child get reckless.
Granted, the time that had passed by them in Bellwood since she, Ben, and their then three year old daughter had moved back out there ten years beforehand had been pleasantly uneventful thus far, but still, Gwen always knew in the back of her mind–as did her husband–that the dangers of aliens attempting to either seek revenge or to simply invade could come back into play as a factor of their life at any moment. And while the Tennyson couple, overall, felt that their daughter was more or less safe–especially considering the fact that they had never mentioned anything about the aliens to her to begin with–they still–as any other parent–werent willing to drop their guard around her the least little bit.
Sitting upon a high-set, ice cold throne in the center of a room in a castle on a planet far, far away from Earth, a tentacle-faced monster, one who had aged quite a bit over the years, slowly, sinisterly smiled as he looked back at the shorter, younger looking alien standing before his throne.
Do mine ears deceive me? he asked slowly, the smile growing and growing as he spoke. Or did you, Michilgar, my most esteemed, most appreciated advisor just inform me that finally, after over an Earthlings time span of a decade, after all the waiting, the biding, the gnashing of my teeth together day after day in the agony of having no justice served for my brother are you telling me that the day has now come where I can, for once and for all, infallibly, seek my revenge?
In a word, the alien called Michilgar replied with a slight nod of his head. In a word, yes, your Majesty.
Laughing in a cackling sort of way as he stood up from his throne, Ylgar threw his long, spindly arms up into the air, before looking over toward the painted portrait of his deceased brother that hung on the wall, and saying, Did you hear that, oh Jargonn? Finally its come! Finally at last! After the years I spent building and overseeing the one, true army that will be unable to fail in carrying out their duties well, my dearly departed brother, they are finally ready.
Waiting for his master to stop speaking, Michilgar cleared his throat slightly, before saying, Sire, should I go forth then and give the order of commencement to begin the attack against the Benjamin Tennyson target?
Oh no, Michilgar, Ylgar replied. Oh, no, no, no, no an offensive attack–that will not do.
But sir the small alien questioned, feeling rather confused. If that will not do it, then what will?
Ive been thinking it over and over, you see for many, many, many a night. In order to assure our already near-infallible chance of success, we will need to bring Tennyson here, rather than sending our troops there, to Earth.
And just how would we go about doing that?
Tennyson has a young offspring Ylgar explained, his smile more sinister than ever as he spoke, his long, spindly fingers pressed together over his lap as he sat back down on his throne. Go forth, Michilgar, and give your two very, ultimately best cadets the order now–not to seek and destroy Tennyson, but to instead seek and kidnap his daughter.
Very well, Sire, the younger alien replied, before bowing on out of the throne room.
Eight Hours Later That Day
Standing anxiously before her front door, her arms folded across her chest as she paced back and forth slightly, Gwen bit down on her bottom lip slightly as she repeatedly glanced out through the opened door. One by one, she watched as kids from the middle school passed by, walking on down the sidewalk near the street.
Ben she said aloud, her voice full of worry as she spoke. Len should have been home a good fifteen minutes ago. Oh, and I had a bad feeling about letting her walk home with her friends today, too…
Maybe she was just waiting up on one of the friends in her group, he replied, getting up from the couch hed be sitting on to also step up to the door, his arms moving to wrap around his wife’s waist from behind. No need to worry just yet, Gwen.
I dunno the redhead replied, a sinking feeling in her gut evident, one that was telling her that something simply was not right. I think I ought to go walk on down the street to maybe meet her half-way.
Well alright, Ben replied, letting go of Gwen as she stepped on out through the open door. Ill just go with you then.
The couple had been walking down the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the middle school, for mere moments when they paused, looks of confusion and concern overtaking their expressions as they watched a small group of girls–girls that their daughter usually walked home from school with–running toward them with panic-stricken looks on their faces.
MR. AND MRS. TENNYSON! the first one of them to reach the couple shouted, her voice sounding petrified as she spoke. You have to do something! Len–she was snatched!
Yeah! a second girl added, as she, along with the first, skidded to a halt before Ben and Gwen. Right from the street!
It was horrible! piped in a third girl.
Wait, wait, Gwen said, her heart sinking to her stomach like a stone even as she tried to clear her now panicked mind, attempting to think straight. Len was snatched? But, who snatched her?
We dont know! the second girl exclaimed, before looking back over to the third, who said, All we saw was this weird lookin guy, and he had on sorta uniform, it was really weird lookin’ too–looked like it had a letter y on it or something…
Yeah, the first girl to greet them now elaborated. And he wear wearing a strange hat too, but it was so scary when it happened! He just grabbed Len and then disappeared!
What do you mean by disappeared? Ben questioned, his brow constricting as he tried to gather information on his apparently missing daughter. You mean he grabbed her and ran away? Or got into a car, or–?
NO! the first girl exclaimed.
Literally, the second girl explained, her eyes wide as she spoke. The guy literally disappeared–as in vanished–as in like magic–he snatched her and then they both went invisible.
Sharing a look that was, at once, full of panic, fear, dread, and knowing, Ben and Gwen each took a low, shaky sigh, the latter of the twos eyes slowly filling up with tears of fear for what might have happened to her daughter.
You know what that s-sounds like, dont you? she said to Ben, her breathing growing uneven as she, being aware of the still-present girls before her, mouthed the word aliens.
Nodding his head slowly in agreement with what she was thinking, Ben swallowed down the large lump of fear and worry that had formed in his throat, before quickly pulling Gwen into his arms, saying to her, Dont worry, baby–well find Len; well find her soon, I promise.