Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Dexter and Mandark Trip the Realm – Chapter 1

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Machine

The
day was as normal as any day ever was at Dexter McPhearsons
school. Dee-Dee, his blonde and ditzy sister, made sure that she was
as annoying as possible around him, and Mandark Astronominov, his
raven-haired rival in everything, continued to bicker constantly with
him. There was also Douglas Mordechai, one of the few people Dexter
trusted, and Nora Debussi.

Nora
was a complicated beast. A transfer student who was practically
guaranteed her familys fortune when she turned eighteen, Nora was
an unspectacular-looking girl with freckles and a tendency to keep
important things to herself and overreact to not-so-important things.
However, Dexter had always been uncannily drawn to her intelligence.
You could say that Dexter had a crush on Nora.

But
Nora was one thing Dexter couldnt have. For one thing, Nora
trusted Dexter like a little brother, holding no amorous affection
towards him whatsoever. For another, Nora was Mandarks girlfriend,
a fact that Mandark liked to rub in Dexters face every once in a
while.

Dexter
was sick of it. He was sick of Mandark giving Dexter a cocky smile
every time Nora wrapped herself around him. Sick of Nora talking
incessantly about him. Sick of thinking that Mandark had beaten him
in something so all-consuming.

Dexter
was in a foul mood when he got home that day. He didnt know what
he was expecting to see when he walked past Nora and Mandark in a
secluded spot on the school grounds, but it didnt change the fact
that what he saw made his stomach hurt and his head spin angrily.

Dexter
tromped up the staircase, seething. Dee-Dee was skipping around in
the living room and noticed Dexters sadness.

Whats
wrong, Dexter? Dee-Dee inquired in her bright tone.

Dexter
paused, his purple-gloved hand trembling on the railing. Nothing.

Thats
a whole lot of nothing, Dee-Dee noted.

Just
Mandark, Dexter spat out. Hed never felt so much contempt for
one person in his short lifetime. Hot jealously burbled inside of
him, and his eyes narrowed.

Dee-Dee
sighed. Whatever.

She
returned to her jubilant dancing while Dexter was left alone with his
thoughts. He tried to busy himself by working in the laboratory, but
the activities that used to bring such joy were now dull and
pointless to him. Dexter wearily set down his wrench near Computer,
his breathing shallow.

Are
you all right, Dexter? Computer asked curiously.

No,
Computer, I am not all right, Dexter responded drearily.

Would
you like to talk about it? Computer wondered.

Dexter
paused. There were only three people in the world that Dexter could
trust: Douglas, Nora, and Computer. Douglas was not one who swooned
over girls or even remotely cared. Any time Nora had been brought up
in their conversations, Douglas would scoff. And Dexter wasnt
about to tell Nora about anything. Much as she had hurt him, it was
unintentional, and Dexter did value her friendship.

Dexter
sat down in front of computer. Oh, Computer, my love, it is
ridiculous! That beautiful girl that I was telling you about, Nora
Debussi she doesnt know how much shes breaking my heart!

I
dont quite understand, Computer admitted.

Dexter
inhaled slowly, his features contorting into an angered form.
Mandark took her. Nora is in love with my rival, that idiot.
Dexter put extra emphasis on the word. Hes never beaten me
before this, and to have him defeat me, especially concerning so
important to me and my heart

Dexter
trailed off. He regained his composure quickly. But I cant
try to break them up. Then I lose Nora as a friend, and I dont
want anything of the sort to happen.

Why
dont you invent something, to take your mind off of it?
Computer suggested in her soothing voice.

Dexter
shrugged and wandered off to another part of the laboratory. Slowly,
the beginnings of a plan formed in his head. He was soon smiling in a
completely demonic manner. Dexter dashed back to the center of his
lab.

Computer!
Dexter cried cheerfully. I have a wonderful plan! Quick, bring me
the solder iron and some scrap metal!

The
solder iron and various pieces of metal fell down beside Dexter. He
ripped some wiring out of a spool underneath one of the floor tiles,
and found a microchip nearby. Dexter smiled.

Theres
nothing wrong with a little escapism once in a while, Dexter
justified his actions. Computer only watched blankly.

Mandark
pressed his hand against Dexters window quietly. He took a look
in, his glasses reflecting in the moonlight. His raven black hair
blended in with the night sky, as if it was one with the cloak of
night. Mandark tried to prod the window open with his finger, but it
was stuck. Mandark sighed. There he was, up on the roof of Dexters
house, feet precariously lodged in a gutter, and he couldnt open
the window.

Mandark
shook his head, letting his fingers feel around for the bottom of the
window. He found it, curled his fingers under it, and pushed Dexters
window open. Satisfied, Mandark leapt into his nemesis room,
taking time to savor his victory. He thought of how good it was going
to be when he snuck into Dexters lab and ruined whatever he was
doing or if he took something from him! Imagine!

Hed
be able to brag about

Mandark
stopped. Its hard to brag about something if you have so few
friends. And Nora wouldnt be very happy to hear about it. She
wanted Mandark to stop attacking Dexter, since the two of them were
her closest friends.

He
almost considered stopping, because of Nora. He didnt want to lose
the best thing that ever happened to him, no matter how badly he
needed to show up Dexter. Mandark briefly pondered what would happen
to him if Nora wasnt in his life, and didnt like what he saw.
Nora would probably be snatched up by someone he wouldnt be able
to stand like Carter Richardson, the popular surfer boy who had
asked her out plenty of times before. Or Dexter.

Mandark
seethed before realizing where he was and why he had come. He
redirected his focus. The plan.

Mandark
pulled a book out of the bookshelf, letting it fall onto the wooden
paneling of the shelf. An electronic beep ringed in Mandarks ears,
and the bookshelf swung open, granting him entrance. Mandark giggled
as he snuck around the various white columns, hiding himself.

Mandark
finally sighted Dexter. He was frantically working on some sort of
new invention, and he looked really excited about the whole thing. By
Mandarks calculations, he was close to finishing. It didnt take
an idiot to figure out that taking his new invention would be a huge
blow to Dexters ego.

Mandark
began to creep up on Dexter. Dexter stopped working long enough to
sigh.

Is
there a reason youre here? Dexter inquired blankly.

Mandark
fumed. You think youre so great! Well, one day, Ill defeat
you for good, and then the world

The
world will be ruled by you, yes, very well then, Dexter
interrupted mockingly. Im sorry, Mandark, but youre just an
idiot.

Dexter
put down his device, swiveling his chair around to look at Mandark,
who was muttering some decidedly evil-sounding things. Dexter shook
his head wearily.

Look,
can you just go home? Ive had a bad day, Dexter pleaded
lightly. Mandark narrowed his eyes.

Yeah,
Ill just NO I WILL NOT GO HOME! Mandark countered angrily.
With a short dash, Mandark reached Dexters new device and swiped
it.

What
are you doing?! Dexter cried out, trying to get his invention
back. Mandark grinned snidely as he held it up in the air. Dexter
could jump all he wanted, but hed never be able to reach.

Hah!
Ha ha! A ha ha a ha ha! Mandark laughed. It grated on Dexters
nerves. Computer, if she had thumbs, would have twiddled them. She
felt useless.

Give
it to me! Dexter cried.

I
dont think so, Mandark responded, looking at it. Hmm
wonder what this thing does?

Mandark
aimed the device at the ceiling and pressed a pulsing green button on
its interface. Dexter tried to scream out a warning, but it was far
too late. Mandark and Dexter floated up into the air, and, with a
short burst of blue sparks, they disappeared.

A/N:
I always HATED A Place of My Own. It was, for a brief time, the
story I wanted to tell. But I really wasnt ready to embark into
the world of Dexter/Mandark, particularly when Vindaloo and The Rival
were able to convey it so beautifully. When I lost the files to it in
a virus attack, I didnt miss it. But I knew I wanted to continue
the story of Dexter and Mandark in relation to Nora

One
fateful night about a month ago, I dreamed up a scene where Mandark
and Dexter confronted each other in a wooded area, in Puritanical
times, screaming about Nora and the whole situation being each
others fault.

The
scene (which will be in the story, dont worry) became the story
youre reading right now. This tale, I am confident, continues
Something I Believe In Miracle Romance the way I want it to
and although the whole story seems straightforward now, this whole
tale will become a mess, just the way I like it. ;)

A/N
2: On an unrelated note, I would like to congratulate the few authors
who have ventured into this fandom during my absence. I read most of
your guys stories, and Im happy to say that I enjoyed all of
them!

A/N
3: Okay, I know Im getting grating, but I have to mention this
Dexter. His last name. Is it canonically McPhearson?

DISCLAIMER:
I dont own Dexters Laboratory. Can you imagine if I did? Lord,
what a mess thatd be