Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Dexter and Mandark Trip the Realm – Chapter 2

Tales
from Another World

Mandark
and Dexter landed rump-first in a vast wasteland of sand. Mandarks
first reaction was that they had landed on Tatooine; Dexter knew far
better, and his face grew pallid just thinking of what had just
happened.

You
created a planetary teleportation device? Mandark asked.
Ultimately cool, despite the fact that you made it

Were
not on another planet, you idiot, Dexter spat quickly. Look at
your clothes.

Mandark
did as told. He noticed that he was wearing white Arabian-like pants
similar to Dexters and a tattered blue shirt with no
sleeves. All the better; it was stiflingly hot anyways. Mandark gaped
at himself.

What
-?

I
created a realm-tripping device, Dexter angrily told him, with
ten individual worlds stored inside it. But I didnt have time to
finish it before YOU took it and decided to be an idiot with it!
Theres no return button! Were stuck in these worlds until we
figure out how to leave them!
Dexter had spoken so quickly
that Mandark was left shaking his head in confusion. What?

An
unfinished realm-tripping device, Dexter repeated. Were
stuck here.

Were
stuck inside your device?

That
covers it.

Mandark
and Dexter glared at each other.

Well,
you should have told me that before we got stuck here, Mandark
frowned.

Dexter
gaped at him. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT?!

Mandark
ignored the spluttering Dexter and took some tentative steps. His
feet sunk into the searing grains, burning the tops of his feet.
Mandark winced. Dexter strode briskly past him, observing his
surroundings.

Were
in the first world, Dexter informed him. Arabia.

Were
in Arabia, Mandark repeated. Like, in Aladdin?

I
hope so. Because the real Arabia was

Slightly vicious.

Mandark
and Dexter looked at each other.

Dont
complete my sentences again, Dexter demanded.

Fair
enough. Mandark continued to walk around in the sand, occasionally
looking up at the afternoon sky. From the position of the sun
right now, Id say that north is that way. If we keep going north,
well probably find a city of some sort.

Dexter
neglected to tell Mandark that a large domed palace was clearly
visible from their standpoint, instead following him with a malicious
grin.

You
jerk, Mandark muttered upon arriving in the city. You just
wanted to see me make a fool of myself.

Of
course, Dexter shrugged. Now, if I programmed my device
correctly, we should see some people from our school in here.

Dexter,
I just want to go home. Nora will kill me if I dont call her,
Mandark complained.

Dexters
face soured as the pair weaved through a crowded marketplace, filled
with people bartering goods. As Mandark passed a haggard-looking man
who couldnt figure out how to haggle (much to the shop masters
chagrin), he allowed himself a victory grin.

Face
it, Dexter, Im just better-looking than you, Mandark sneered.

Because
the competition was tough, a nearby shopkeeper cat-called at
Mandark. Mandark whipped around angrily. Dexter took the opportunity
to ditch him and run through the throngs of people in the
marketplace. All kinds of makeshift booths greeted him, with their
golden trinkets, pottery jugs, and metal decorations winking in the
sunlight. Dexter was glad to be surrounded by unknown people
Mandark made for a horrid traveling companion, in Dexters view. He
looked at the ground briefly

–
and a masked figure slammed into him. Dexter glanced up to see the
face of Natalie Faye, his tan, slightly violent classmate, staring at
him from beneath her white shawl. Natalie immediately lifted Dexter
up off the ground, all business.

Excuse
me, sir, but have you seen the Princess? Natalie inquired.

Princess?
What princess? Dexter asked in his typical drawl.

Natalie
inspected Dexter quickly, rustling his red hair and looking at his
face. Youre a foreigner.

Yes,
Dexter murmured. It was true in a manner of speaking.

Natalie
pushed him against a nearby wall. A shopkeeper stomped over to her,
eyes wide and face red.

What
are you doing, Lady Faye? the shopkeeper inquired in a hushed
voice. You cannot just attack the foreigners whenever you please!

So
it was a recurring thing, Dexter thought. Great.

Princess
Norako is missing! Lady Faye spat crossly at the agitated
merchant. And our enemies are all around, what with the wars
how do I know he isnt here to deliver a ransom notice?

The
merchant sighed. He has red hair. Clearly he comes from the West.
Our enemies lie to the East, with the savage Mongols.

Lady
Faye made a small noise before letting Dexter go. Dexter fell to the
sandy floor below, coughing and gasping. Lady Faye watched him regain
his breath and his dignity with a sneer.

Do
you know what Princess Norako looks like, foreigner? Lady Faye
demanded.

Dexter
spat out some bile before looking into Lady Fayes large brown
eyes. There was no doubt about it Lady Faye was definitely Noras
close friend Natalie Faye, in looks and attitude. Dexter guessed that
Lady Faye, in this world, would
be far more aggressive than the model he knew, whose habit of
whacking people with rulers constituted the worst of her wrath. This
was a totally different environment, after all.

Im
sorry, no, Dexter finally replied.

Sometimes
she takes to wandering, Lady Faye informed Dexter. Stupid
girl.

The
uptight trader, once again, was shocked. Do not speak ill of
Princess Norako! Shes the light of our kingdom!

But
if she doesnt marry, were doomed, Lady Faye sighed. Dexter
listened curiously as she sighed at the shopkeeper. We cant
arrange marriage meetings for her if she keeps wandering away from
us, Uroyo!

Dexter
slipped away from Lady Faye and injected himself, once again, into
the stream of Arabians in the marketplace. A hand grabbed his
shoulder as soon as he hid himself amongst the people.

Thought
you could just ditch me, eh, McPhearson?! Mandark spat, squeezing
Dexters shoulder painfully. Dexter turned around, glaring at
Mandark.

I
found out that this kingdoms princess is missing, Dexter
explained. What did you find out?

That
I can punch harder than I thought, Mandark responded.

Good
skill for a man, a female voice from beside them cooed, but I
wouldnt make a habit of beating on merchants, foreigner.

Mandark
and Dexter turned to the mysterious woman. Most of her features were
obscured by a veil draped over her nose and mouth, but her green eyes
were prominent from beneath a blue shawl that matched her veil.

He
insulted me, Mandark managed to spit out, not looking away from
her hypnotic eyes.

The
merchants down that avenue insult everyone, the woman sighed. You
really must be foreigners, if you dont know that.

Who
are you? Dexter asked.

Ra,
the woman said. Where are you from? The North? Or the West?

The
North-west, Mandark lied.

Ah,
Nora shrugged, walking ahead of the two boys. Mandark found himself
choking on his own spit.

My
GOD, Dexter, she looks so real, Mandark marveled. I would
compliment you, but then youd get a swelled head and start
bragging and being generally annoying.

Dexter
ignored him. Of course she looks real. Do you think Im a subpar
scientist?

Yes,
Mandark whispered, so Dexter wouldnt hear.

Ra
was on a singular course to nowhere, apparently, weaving through
abandoned alleyways and hiding in the shadows fairly often.

You
arent a criminal, are you? Dexter thought to ask after Ra
stopped beneath an arching structure to eat an apple. Mandark watched
in awe as Ra dropped her veil away from her thin lips, biting into
the fruit.

You
look Mandark began, but Ra cut him off, not hearing.

Not
a criminal, no, Ra murmured around mouthfuls of apple. Just
looking for something.

Mandark
felt a chill run down his spine as apple juice ran down Ras chin.
For some reason, her sloppiness magnified her beauty.

Did
you just randomly create her? Mandark questioned in a low voice.
Well, Dexter?

Dexter
rolled his eyes. What would I have based these people off of?
The lie would have to do.

Mandark
didnt seem to believe it, but he didnt question it, either. He
just looked at Ra again, who was wiping juices off of her chin with a
rag extracted from her ankle. It was the same shade of blue as her
shawl. She coughed lightly before closing her eyes delicately. Her
forehead sank, and one tiny red jewel, embedded into the bridge
between her two eyes, became visible for a brief second. Mandark
blinked. It was gone, and Ra had drawn herself up again.

I
dont understand why you two have chosen to follow me, Ra
admitted. Probably the fact that you have no idea where you are.
But I have to warn you things might get messy later on.

Dexter
smirked. This was exactly how hed imagined it would go, with Ra
or Princess Norako, the woman based completely off of Nora Debussi.
Although the nagging fear that Mandark was catching on or that he
would see Lady Faye lurking about lodged into the back of his
throat, so far the machine had run perfectly. This scenario was
perfectly tuned to his desires, just as hed wished it.

Ill
Dexter began to say.

Is
this a trap? Mandark interrupted.

A
silence gripped Ra, and her eyes narrowed. Her cold glare stole the
words out of Mandarks mouth and shredded them into nothingness.

A
new thought formed in Dexters mind. If you take us to a place
where we can stay, we wont ask any more questions.

Mandark
gaped at him. Ra, however, stopped glaring so pointedly, and her
cheekbones lifted. It must be a smile.

All
right then, red-headed foreigner.

Dexter,
Dexter corrected.

Mandarks
jaw dropped. What the heck are you -?!

And
this is Mandark, Dexter continued unabated.

Mandark
grabbed his head in frustration. Are you crazy? He hissed this
in Dexters ear, completely flabbergasted.

Ra
turned and began to lead Dexter and Mandark to an inn. Dexter now
turned to an astounded Mandark.

Trust
me, I created this world, Dexter waved off Mandarks fears. I
think I know the risks.

You
think. Mandark wheeled around angrily. Oh great. My life is in
the hands of a sodding IDIOT.

Sodding?
Dexter questioned. What does that mean?

Freaking.

Ah.
It has a smarter air to it.

Thats
why I used it.

Mandark
stewed for a few seconds. The truth is, Dexter, I dont trust
you at

PRINCESS!

Lady
Fayes voice was unmistakable. Ras eyes widened precipitously,
and Dexter swallowed some bile.

Mandark
grinned uneasily. As I was saying, I dont trust you at all,
Dexter.

A/N:
Now we get into the meat of the story the realm-tripping itself.
Each world is a ton of fun for me to envision and write this
world, the Arabian one, was influenced by Aladdin, but with less
bursting into song. And here appears Natalie Faye, the one OC that
left a lasting impression (literally?) on some Dexters Lab
writers.

DISCLAIMER:
I dont own Dexters Laboratory, although if I did, youd all
have to watch my episodes. Id make you watch them. Hahaha.