When You Felt Blue - A Lilo and Stitch Fanfiction
When you felt blue. . .
A Lilo and Stitch Fanfiction (for those 18 or over. . .sorry kids, turn back please.)
By Zack Gregson
ADDITIONAL: - At least half of the credit and thanks should go to imegabyte (a.k.a Zippo) for helping and directing me on the correct portrayal of the characters. Thank you so much, imegabyte! Enjoy reading, folks!
In a large galaxy on the edges of the universe, which spun like a stormy froth of white water or life-giving milk, lay a small planet. It was a fair distance from the nearest sun, perfect to sustain a bursting ecosystem of a multitude of creatures. It was known as Earth, and the dominant species were called humans. But this story is not about the humans or really any species natural to that planet.
This is about unnatural species.
On a cluster of islands known as Hawaii in the deep and wide Pacific Ocean, some alien visitors were present. Thankfully they weren't the classic marauding "destroying-planet" beings that many creatures of Earth assumed. Lying near a waterfall on one of the smaller islands of Hawaii, an alien ship was sunk into the shallow water, like a resting beast. It hummed faintly, as if just snoring peacefully. The ship was sleek and black with small red stripes lined across it, like a large ebony manta ray, except that this one swam in space, not sea.
Inside the ship, the atmosphere was tense. The aliens inside were causing that.
Gantu, a massive 9' 10'' creature with fish-like head and elephantine body, was getting more hassle from his employer. He groaned inwardly at the berating high-pitched voice that rabbited obscenities ceaselessly into his head. He really did not have time to hear more about how useless he was.
'And another thing!' whined the creature on the monitor. 'If you EVER manage to get at least ONE experiment, then I bet it will not be done alone, Gantu! You can't even catch the fruit from a tree!!! Now. . .DON'T FAIL AGAIN!!!!' the monitor shut off, its hiss as annoying as the creature just on.
Dr Hamsterviel, a small white hamster-like creature with beady pink eyes of anger and blazing furry body, was probably the most annoying creature Gantu had ever met. His high-pitched voice was like claws on glass, screeching with useless noise. Why he kept up with this thing, he had no idea. Actually, he had two.
One, he needed the money. No matter how big or infinite the universe is, money is important.
Two, he hated these experiments and if vengeance on Earth would work out, then that was fine too. He hated this pathetic planet, and the strange fleshy beings that lived here.
How they ever got so far in ruling this world was beyond his understanding.
And there was that. . .trog, the one who caused it all. Made Gantu lose everything he ever had.
Experiment 626. How he reviled that three-digit number in his mind.
'If that cursed doctor hadn't even made those experiments, I wouldn't even be here!' Gantu argued to himself, placing a large rubbery hand to his forehead, closing his small blue eyes in exasperation. 'I had my job, respect, and a good life with the galactic federation. Now what do I have? A wrecked ship, on this forsaken planet with no one but a yellow trog who's only purpose and goal in life is to make sandwiches!' he banged his elephant foot against a wall. The metal stung, but not much. He sat down in his favourite chair, and sighed deeply. He had everything, and that blue trog took it all from him. He had every reason to be angry, at least he thought he did.
'All I wanted was a good life, money, easy-going, even get a mate one day. I guess that's gone as well. . .'
Meanwhile, in another part of the island, in a small town, lied a lone house. It was pretty ramshackle but held quite formidably well. The only thing out of place was the souped-up jeep in the garage, and the metallic top which looked like a small comet, embedded in the house. It was actually a bedroom, laboratory and observatory. Living in this wooden house were five creatures. Two humans, and three aliens.
A small girl of Hawaiian appearance, tan-brown skin and flat nose that belied of Polynesian descent, came out of the door, looking cautiously around. She nodded to herself and came out.
Lilo was her name. She was small with black hair and brightened eyes of hope. Her dress, which today was red with blue flowers, swished silently in the calm pacific breeze, which flowed with energy through the world. She looked back into the doorway and shouted in her plaintively loud voice:
'Come on Stitch! Jumba's waiting for us!'
'Akesha pachuba!' muttered a voice inside the house. Out of the doorway, almost like a furry cannonball, exited a small blue creature, the same size as Lilo. This was Experiment 626.
626 (a.k.a Stitch) was a small, blue, bug-eyed creature. Twice as fast as anything else, four times as strong as Gantu's strength, and very intelligent. A perfect whirlwind of pandemonium. He was built to be nothing but a monster, a demon of another space.
And yet, he had developed morality. When he crash-landed on Hawaii, he was crazy and destructive, but somehow Lilo managed to calm him down. After being together (she adopted him, in a sense. She still has the certificate of adoption) they stuck through thick and thin, like brother and sister.
'Nagga sukapa.' said Stitch, as he had a backpack on full of strange junk. His eyes roved quickly around the place, like a velociraptor on caffeine. Lilo walked off and he followed, at a short pace.
Although he had fears of water, the island became his home, and he knew every single piece of tree, scrub and sand of the place. He had no home before, so he had this one. Soon he was in a run, which Lilo copied.
'Hope Jumba didn't start too early before we get there.' she said.
Stitch was made, like all other 625 experiments before him (and the failed 627 as well) by Dr Jumba Jookibis, a manic yet classic evil genius. Jumba was a child prodigy at the start, he had worked in all forms of genetic experiments, creating strange beings only for destruction.
He had purple skin, large body, and four eyes, two smaller ones above the main large ones, like half a spider. He used to have hair but that was burned off with one particular experiment, called Clip, that only had the purpose to cut hair. Why that was made, it's hard to tell. After all, he IS an evil genius. But there is a line between genius and maniac.
You could say, he walked the line between.
Meanwhile, back in Gantu's ship, he was lying on the couch, depressed. He stared at the creature munching a pastrami and rye sandwich next to him. A yellow, bug-eyed stocky thing. 625 was this creature. The only experiment that could speak in other languages, like Gantu's or the Hawaiians.
'So, what's your problem, fish-boy?' said 625, not politely.
'Well, I've been considering my life so far. . .and I'm not happy about it.'
'Well, being beaten over and over again by a blue ball of fluff and a little human girl does that to ya.' The creature munched more on the sandwich.
'Thank you for reminding me.' Gantu said sarcastically.
'My pleasure.' 625 had no concept of sarcasm.
'I had a good life before all this. Despite my father being authoritarian and I had no friends, I enjoyed working at the Galactic Federation. They took me in, and I got a good health plan with full dental.' 625 nodded, half-listening as he investigated his food.
'Then it all went wrong,' continued Gantu. 'That little trog appears, all because of that Jumba, they destroyed my life, everything. My chances are gone now. I'm stuck here, with you and that fucking Hamsterviel whining to me.'
'Ooh, nice phrasing.' said 625. Although not a psychologist, he had enough of a mind to understand problems when they were there. 'How does that make you feel?'
'Angry! Angry and useless. All I'm doing is trying to get by with a job, and that girl and trog keep stopping me! What's wrong with me??? And another thing!'
'Hmmm?' now 625 had his interest peaked.
'I can't stop thinking about 626. Every time I go to sleep, he's right there in my mind. Every time I think of him, I feel something stir in me. Something. . .strange.'
'Where d'ya feel it?' Gantu placed a large finger on his heart, directly. The yellow experiment nodded with an encroaching smile.
'And uh, what's this feeling like?'
'Like a pain. . .as if something's punched my heart and it's started to bruise. Of course, punches don't hurt me much, but it felt like an interior attack. . .'
'Hmmmm, yeh, okay, I think I see the problem. You keep thinking about ol' Stitch, right? And he caused all of your future to go bye-bye, right?' Gantu nodded twice.
'Maybe you should tell him that.'
'What???'
'Yeah, come on, let him know how you feel. I mean, that girl taught him how to be nice and everything to others. Maybe he hears your sob-story, he might say sorry at least.'
Gantu considered this idea. He thought it was absurd and no reasoning could ever be made with that trog. . .but 625 had a point. He did have some morals now, and he could at least use that to ease his mind. He nodded and said:
'Fine then. I will go to him and tell him, then I'll make sure that he's sorry. I have nothing else to do, so now is the perfect time.' He got off the couch and walked out, but then he stopped at the elevator exit. He decided that since he wasn't going to look for a fight, he left his pistol at the door. It never really worked against Stitch anyway, so why bother wasting the ammo?
'Enjoy your trip.' said 625 as he finished his pastrami on rye. He sniggered to himself, as he knew what Gantu was feeling.
Heart-ache. And he knew what emotion follows in heart-ache. . .
Stitch walked back to the house, smoking slightly from the most recent of Jumba's test projects. Lilo went earlier back to the house while Stitch cleaned up the mess. Sulphur aminoxide and carbon corrosives (two weird chemicals Jumba made himself) did not go well together. He grumbled to himself in his strange language. He felt like nothing but a toy sometimes. Only Lilo gave him respect truthfully. Respect and love. He wondered about the deeper form of love. The love where two creatures open their deepest hearts and share themselves with each other. Warmth, happiness, pure emotion and instinct. He only had that with Angel, experiment 624, but she left Earth a long time ago.
As he made his way home, the sun setting against his back, as if watching unawares, he heard the snap of twigs. He was on full alert. He grew two more arms (his true form is six limbs and antennas on his back and head) and stood silent. Like an alien ninja, he dodged towards a tree, and waited for the next sound. More snapping and heavy footsteps. He recognised the weight of the steps.
It was Gantu.
He stood in full defence mode, revealing antennas for more awareness of the environment around him. Out of the trees in front of him, walked Gantu, large and tall as he always was.
'Suka quista!' said Stitch, being fierce to deter his foe once more.
'626, I am glad that you're alone tonight.' his voice was calm and not hinting of anything. Stitch became only more wary.
'Deko Batista, ikke paka ferpa.'
'I come in peace for once, 626. I only wish to tell you something, see? I am unarmed.' He spread his arms and showed nothing in his belt, even turning around and showing that he was indeed unarmed. Stitch was now curious. Gantu always at least carried a pistol or something. Why would he not have any weapons now?
'Akeh tambura?' said Stitch, his hackles lowering.
'Yes, I have no weapons and am not hunting for any experiments. I only want to speak to you, and only you.'
'Eh, sikka.' Stitch sat down, and Gantu did so as well.
'Well, you and I have known each other for a long time, correct? We met back when you were arrested.'
'Eh.' said Stitch, nodding.
'Well, back then, I was the commander, and I had everything. Money, good job, and respect. But when you broke out and destroyed my ship, crashing onto this planet and making me fail my missions, I got fired. I had nothing left. No job, no money, no respect or credibility. That was why I had to go to Hamsterviel.' he said the name with disgust, as Stitch saw, nodding in agreement of fact.
'And so, I went trying to obtain experiments only to gain money and hopes of leaving this planet. But you. . .' he pointed his huge finger at Stitch as he tried to keep his voice calm, 'you took everything away from me. All of this is you and Jumba's fault. I only wish for you to leave me alone, let me live in peace. Stitch. . .'
The experiment was surprised to hear his name from Gantu's mouth for the first time. Hearing it, in such a smoothly deep voice, was quite gratifying.
'. . . .I think of you, all the time. Even though you are the reason why I keep failing, you're also the reason why I keep going forward.' He suddenly understood the reason for his heart-ache. He forgot about that feeling a long time ago, but his mind did not question it anymore, ever since he first arrived on this planet.
'I admire you Stitch. . .I feel a deep respect for you. . .'
'Gantu?' asked Stitch, curious as to what his emotionally wounded enemy meant.
'I want to hold you, Stitch. I want to touch you, feel your softness against my skin. I don't know why I feel this way, but I do. Please understand Stitch. . .you're the only that changed my life, and only you can change it back.' Gantu then spread his arms and his eyes reflected such sorrow that Stitch was surprised, and somewhat embarrassed. But those eyes drew him to Gantu, like hypnotic gemstones of such rarity. He felt trust come from Gantu, and he had no reason to try and hurt Stitch. Besides, if anything happened, he knew he would be fast enough to see it.
Stitch walked over to Gantu and sat on his lap, understanding the remorse in the alien. He knew Gantu had the capability to be good (as one time, Gantu lost his memory and became quite a nice guy for a while) so Stitch could feel safer somewhat. Gantu moved a large hand and pressed the experiment softly to his chest. Stitch could hear the giant alien's heart beating softly inside, like a bell to summon the dawn.
'Hmmmmm, you are soft, aren't you?' said Gantu, softly. He didn't feel surprised anymore, and neither did Stitch. He merely hugged against the heartbeat. He then began to feel a slight bump against his leg. He looked down and saw a bulge between Gantu's legs.
'Gantu? Ikka moratu?' he pointed at the bulge. Gantu was slightly embarrassed, as Stitch got off the lap, and Gantu began to undress. This was the first time Stitch saw Gantu's body.
Grey all over, he was like a whale with the feet of an elephant. His muscles were well developed, rippling with athletic prowess. And between his legs, unveiled and full, was a giant 12-inch penis, two inches in width. It emerged out of a large slit like any marine creature. Stitch's eyes reeled at the huge greyish-pink length that extended outwards.
'Woah, bakka munga!' he exclaimed. Gantu sniggered in some embarrassment.
'I know, this must seem huge to someone like you. Stitch. . .' he sat down and had his dick point upwards, '. . .come here to me.' Stitch walked over, scenting the pheromones, knowing what Gantu wanted. Stitch was confused as well, as the pheromones tried to take his mind over and intoxicate him. Despite only being opposed to Gantu minutes before, he began to, almost reluctantly, warm up to him. Stitch was a virgin, and had no concept of sex yet. He could've tried with Angel but it was never suggested. Gantu, however, had his virginity disappear a long time ago.
Stitch sat on the lap again, and looked at the large meaty pillar with confusion. Gantu stroked the experiment's head and whispered:
'You can touch it if you want, Stitch. . .' So, with curiosity bursting in his mind, he touched a furry clawed hand to the cock. It quivered slightly, and he began to rub it gently, softly with slow lazy claws riveting across the surface. Gantu moaned slightly in pleasure, so Stitch rubbed more eagerly, feeling the soft, slippery muscle. The blood pulsed with eagerness in the veins, pulsing to his heartbeat. He kept rubbing it more, using both hands now. The organ pulsed with joy at such pleasure that hadn't been felt for so long. Gantu was in bliss, his cock getting such manual pleasure with such soft hands. He didn't touch his cock, but simply lay back.
'Ohhh, Stitch.' murmured Gantu. 'Please. . .taste me.' Stitch, still curious about this unforeseen part of Gantu's body, now began to lick on the cock, with some anxiety, carefully licking all along the length at what he could reach. He was like a wary dog, tasting the meat and rubbing along the veins in the cock. The penis pulsed red with lust as his tongue searched for more flesh to cover. He moaned unconsciously as he licked because the dick tasted quite good to his tongue. He felt something poke against the dick, and he looked down. Stitch saw his own cock, 4 ½ inches appear. That never happened before to him.
'Tegu hasa?' he inquired, as Gantu looked down at Stitch. He saw the small cock and smiled at the experiment's virgin curiosity.
'That's never happened to you before, has it?' Stitch shook his head, and Gantu cupped Stitch into his hands. 'Here, let me help you with that.' He moved Stitch's groin to his mouth, and began to slowly lick the small cock. The experiment was a little shocked, but eventually he began to submit ton the pleasing warmth of Gantu's tongue. It felt quite nice, having his groin licked entirely by a huge softening tongue. He began to feel wet and moaned slightly in pleasure. Soon, Gantu had wrapped his lipless mouth around the cock and suckled lightly. Stitch gasped at this and did nothing, as he felt his newly-emerged organ become enwrapped in lustful warmth. The tongue worked slightly, tweaking and pulling lightly on the small dick, plucking and touching softly. Being new to this experience, it wasn't long until Stitch came, shooting his seed into the offering mouth. Gantu swallowed gladly, murring in pleasure at the weak salty taste of Stitch. The experiment himself was panting from the force of his first orgasm, but his smile was evident.
'Did you like that?' asked Gantu. Stitch nodded lazily. He removed the cock from his mouth and set Stitch down back at the base of the cock.
'Do you see the slit?' at this question, Stitch nodded. 'Put it in there. Go on, see what happens. . .' Stitch was wondering of what his new organ could do, so he decided to push it into the slit above Gantu's cock, sitting on the cock itself. He pressed in, hugging against Gantu's sweaty abdomen. Gantu moaned again in pleasure. He felt the small experiment's rod jam into his slit, rubbing tenderly against the inner flesh of his dick. This was wonderful to both of them. Stitch's virginity was slowly slipping away in the body warmth which was embracing him, along with Gantu's emotional torment. They would leave hand in hand, leaving Gantu and Stitch together, alone in the Hawaiian sunset. Stitch, as if by instinct, tried moving his cock out of the slit, but thn pushed it in again, rubbing his furry body against Gantu's length. This felt amazing to Gantu. Such warm fur felt wonderful on his penis, and the cock in the slit was so pleasing.
'Stitch, please Stitch. . .' moaned Gantu. Stitch stopped to listen. 'Move up to the tip of me, and taste me. . .please. . .' Stitch was getting so much pleasure from what Gantu had been asking him to do so far (and he WAS unarmed with no intention to harm Stitch), so he followed this command. Stitch moved along the cock to the tip, clambering gently to suck on the top, tasting Gantu's flowing precum. It was weak and salty-tasting but he loved it just the same. He licked eagerly, as he began to like the salty taste, and sucked like a vacuum, making Gantu moan more louder in ecstasy. Soon, he couldn't take it anymore. He moved himself down so that the cock pointed up, and he placed Stitch right on top of his dick. Eventually he came into a long-awaited climax. He moaned for Stitch's name and Stitch got blasted up his ass by a jet of Gantu's seed. Stitch was shot off the cock, but not far into the air as Gantu caught him deftly. Stitch felt somehow violated by the seed now in his ass, which dripped soggily from the sticky substance. He tentatively moved a finger around to the semen-stained fur and tasted Gantu's cum. It had a sour-salty taste, and a spicy aftertaste that hit the back of the tongue hard. But the sexual aura that surrounded them made that fact irrelevant. They both panted in their aftermath. Stitch now knew of sex, as he clambered onto the sticky top of Gantu's cock it was plain to see. The thin 4 ½ inch cock that seemed to Gantu like the idol of a god. He held Stitch with his hand and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting his own cum on the experiment's face. He smiled at Stitch and they hugged for a long time, hearing their heartbeats, feeling their heartbeats.
'Can you do, one last thing Stitch?' asked Gantu breathlessly. Stitch nodded, now no longer wary of spiteful towards the large being. Gantu moved Stitch, as he rolled over to reveal his ass. A slitted hole lined between powerful muscular cheeks for his leg muscles.
'Gantu, stinpa cekka?' asked Stitch, wondering why Gantu wanted to show his ass.
'Stitch, this may sound strange, but. . .would you please put that,' he meant Stitch's cock, 'into me here?' Stitch stuck his tongue out to the side, his face for confused disgust.
'Kakka pachooba!'
'You'll understand why, my love. I would do it to you, but I'm too big. Please Stitch, if you loved doing everything else. . .then this is part of it.' This pleasure-filled ritual Stitch had performed with Gantu was good so far, but now he was a little freaked out. But then, Gantu so far HAD given him such unparalleled pleasure. Why would he be wrong now?
So Stitch, feeling lost for options, clambered up to Gantu's ass and stood above it. He set himself down, pressing his cock against the hole. Gantu whimpered in pleasure.
'Please, Stitch. . .please do it. . .' Stitch never heard such plaintive calls from the big alien. So, he shoved into the ass, wanting to get this over with now. As soon as he entered the ass, the tightness was new to him. The ass seemed to force against the cock, and when it got in, the anal muscles seemed to tighten hard on the cock. Stitch felt as if the ass was going to suck him in or something. He growled, but then, eventually, the muscles relaxed, as Gantu got used to Stitch's entry. His moan was evident of this, as he felt the cock in his ass, small as it was, but good as it felt. Stitch pushed further in, hilting himself entirely in Gantu's hole. He grimaced slightly, but got used to the feel of the walls press on his cock. It felt. . .nice, somehow. Warm and tightening, like with the cock slit. Stitch decided to so what he did at the other slit. He pulled out and then pushed hard back in again, getting used to the tightness. The warmth in his cock came back again, and he felt pleased once more. He increased his speed, fucking Gantu more faster. Gantu moaned louder, never having felt such ecstatic emotion in his life. He surrendered himself to Stitch, feeling the experiment ream his anal walls. The cock felt wonderful, as it jammed into the anus, with such speed, that it was like three humps per second, practically.
Eventually, Stitch, recently no longer virgin, had to reach a climax, and he came hard into Gantu, shuddering as he felt his seed pass into the slit. Gantu made a gasping breath as he felt the experiment's cum pass deep into him. He now had tears in his eyes from the exertions. Stitch came out quickly, and collapsed with a tired panting face on the cool ground. Gantu sat up with effort and kneeled beside Stitch. He picked up the blue furry warm ball and carried him, gently to his home.
'Are you okay?' he asked with honest compassion, and weakening voice.
'Uh-huhhh. . .' Stitch was tired, and needing rest. After walking for a while and reaching the wooden home, he decided to drop him gently on the front porch step, cleaning him up with some water from nearby.
'We can keep this to ourselves, if you wish.' muttered Gantu. 'Thank you for listening to me, Stitch.' The experiment got up weakly got up and said softly:
'Akecha tikku muda. Goodnight, Gantu.'
Gantu smiled and waved at him.
'625 was right, for once.' he muttered to himself. He walked off clambering through the forests of Hawaii, to get back to the ship and clean himself at the waterfall nearby. He made peace with his enemy, who turned out to be part of his destiny.
His entire life seemed to be rooted to Experiment 6-2. . .no, no, Stitch was his name. And that was how Gantu would always know him as. Stitch.